Sad, but true. Can you remember your first?”I chuckled, and then got sheepish. “Yeah. I do.” I said......... “Well. Come on. Tell me”“I ...as 17. It was the summer between my junior and senior year. I didn’t have a girlfriend then. Just dated occasionally but never anything serious. But, down the street a lady our family knew, needed help with her yard and any other things she couldn’t do. See, her husband died the year before in an auto accident, and they had no family around. So I would help. I followed her movements closely. I focussed on her breasts and her body and finished about 100 odd pictures, just clicking her. I brought out my Handycam and recorded her dance. She was wet with sweat and her T-shirt was clinging to her shapely curves, highlighting her gigantic mammaries and her lovely rounded arse. The party broke for dinner.Pranoti left for the loo to freshen up. I followed her. Nobody followed us. She went in. I waited for about 5 minutes. I looked around and then placed. I apologize. You're not. Seeing you in those jeans convinced me." He continued to study the girl. He realized she was wearing no makeup at all. With her hair pulled back in a ponytail and wearing an oversized sweatshirt, she appeared to be about sixteen.He told her so, and she stuck out her tongue at him. "That's the story of my life!" she said with a grimace. "I always remind guys of their best friend's kid sister. If I tried to act seductive, the guy would laugh and think I'm going to trip. I invited my three best friends and the skateboarder guys that hung around with us at high school. I told everybody not to bring any beer, because I promised my mother that we wouldn't be drinking. Some of the guys did bring some joints for all of us to smoke. We all got pretty stoned and thankfully my mother had lots of snacks for us to stuff our faces with. We were having so much fun when one of the guys suggested that we play ‘truth or dare.’ We all agreed that might be a lot of fun. At.