But I felt something is different as she is growing up with all hormonal outburst. And the age which she is in may be a need to talk to a guy is more ...esirable. I first noticed her differently was when she suddenly came to meet my mom.I opened the door she was wearing a spaghetti green top and very short white pant. She is the fairest girl in our building with brown eyes. I opened the door but was staring at her from top to bottom. I noticed she has developing curves and those milky thighs made. My mother made tea and some snacks. They were chatting. After a while, I came back from the college. She asked to sit and talk to my uncle. But he immediately said, “it’s okay beta, go do your work”. It was a little suspicious but I came to the room anyway. I could see them talking from my room’s window. He was holding my mom’s hand and saying something to her. I saw her face, she looked uncomfortable. Then he put her one hand on her shoulders. She shivered a little and became more. When we got home, his eyes watered up. Seeing the house cleaned up and freshly painted. Rolling the wheelchair to the garden porch, he sat there with his hand over his mouth. Helen was standing on his left while I was on his right side, my palm on his shoulder. Bringing his hand up to his arm, he squeezed my hand.“Thank you, son,” he said, while his tears flooded his cheeks.We sat at the kitchen table, Helen going through a plan my new love and I had put together. It was a design of the house,. "I thought she was right. They were just bodies, and why should anyonefeel ashamed? So I undressed and laid down on a blanket in the bus nakedwhile the moans came in through the windows from outside.Susan started at my feet and worked her way up careful not to miss aspot. It felt like I was lying there for an eternity, but if never feltmore at ease.Finally she was done and I toweled off, and I couldn't believe howsmooth and soft my skin was. She made one final touch by trimming downthe hair.