All I could do was accept the fact that I was on display for all to see. It actually made me dripping wet thinking of all the attention I was getting....At different times we would come to a stop and I would hear voices. Found out later that hubby enjoyed stopping at a rest area, a park, and even a fast food stop for dinner. He always parked to allow the best view and even lowered the rear door to allow complete exposure of my entire body not just waist up. On one such stop as usual I heard him. We were sitting on the sofa watching TV she was asking about school and stuff and we were talking chit chat.The time came up to a quarter to nine and I asked Auntie Sheila if I could watch the Sweeny, this was a hard hitting cop show in the UK in the 70s, very popular. She said “Does your mum and dad let you watch it?” “No but I watch from the top of the stairs without them knowing” and pointed in that direction.She looked and said “Do you often watch from up there” “Yes fairly often” and her. I always thought of him as my brother, but in high school that changed. We both grew up. My hips became more defined and my waist got smaller. My cat green eyes where now constantly framed by mascara and other forms of cosmetic where on my pale face. I grew to a short 5'4 but was slim and had big boobs to make up for it. 38DD to be exact. And yet, the way Toby was around me, it was as though he hadn't noticed any change. Other boys did, but I had eyes for only one. He changed as well. He got. This is part 1, I might make more.Taylor is a sexy girl one year older than me, I'm 18 and she is 19. I would often stare at her in the hallways in our high school, dreaming about her long curvy legs hidden under tight high-waist jeans or lulu lemon leggings. Her perky small tits just barely hiding under a small crop top and her flat, toned core made for many awkward boners. I had never talked to her, but always fantasized about fucking her, I would lie in bed late at night and stroke my 5".