" Her sense of time was something worth giving some serious scientific consideration to. In fact, I wondered if she 'experienced' anything at all when...she wasn't interacting with me or some other live person. What was her existence like?The scene at the paint store would have made a great comedy skit. The saleslady didn't hover, but she was always near enough to be readily available if I had a question. That also meant she was close enough to hear me whispering to Annie when we were discussing. “Do you think I am pretty?” she asked. “Well, I guess for an 11 year old you’re kind of pretty.” “11 ½” she stated. “Oh…that is really old.” I mused and grinned at her and she acted like she wanted to slap me, but only in jest. “Do you think you would like to mess around a little?”“What?” I asked extremely shocked. “Do you want to fool around with me?” Amy said and she took off her top and exposed her small budding tits. With it being late spring I hadn’t really noticed how tan she was but. We left the daytime river to the hand jiggers that sold their catch to the bait boats for a dime each. That is how I met Tara. She was a jigger, one of the few women doing that. It took strong arms to tug the lines over and over all day long, sometimes pulling up a half dozen wiggling 8-10′ long fish at a time. She came into the shop carrying an old outboard. The thing was an antique 9.9 horse, it was so old I didn’t know why she bothered. To start it the rope was wrapped around the top and. She noticed it She understood what I want.She invited me to come inside.Then I sat on sofa thinking how to seduce her.When she went to the kitchen to get water the her big ass caught my eyes.They were moving in rhythm.After having water She sat beside me and started chatting with me that I know you were staring at my boobs .I said no Didi it’s not like that.she said even I like you handsome.come on you are an 18 year grown up young good looking guy.many girls would like to have sex with you in.