Living not too far from Concord, Massachusetts, her family sometimes went for a couple of hours at the beach at the state park, up at one end of Walde... Pond. Her father once told Heather that it was a very famous place, and when she discovered Thoreau's "Walden" at age twelve, she thought that she might learn why it was famous.It was a tough read for a twelve-year-old, even one that was a little precocious, but it was clear to her early on that the Walden Pond of the 1840s had little to do with. "Scoot over towards the door. I'm going to stop and talk to Sarah," she said.I protested, practically begged her not to. It would have been very embarrassing to me to be seen this way, especially by two women I didn't even know."Oh stop being a baby, we've all seen naked men before," she said with a smile. "Besides, if you get close enough to the door and slouch a bit they won't even know you don't have any pants on."I took her advice as she pulled up along side Sarah and her friend, Kristine.. Was I supposed to put that over myself? Maybe I was just supposed to lie down and let Sweetness cover me.Suddenly, the door opened.Sweetness walked in and I was still standing there in all my glory. She looked, but showed no reaction. Putting a hand on my back, she guided me to the table.I laid down, peeking at the beautiful woman who was about to massage me in the mirror. Most masseuses I had were a little overweight. But Sweetness had a great body without looking too petite to give a good. Before long we were in the car heading for the coast. "Where are we going?" she asked. I had decided to head for an area where dogging couples gathered, you will have to trust me I told her. It was seven o'clock when we eventually parked the car and the sun was just going down. I had parked beneath a street light, there were only two other cars nearby, both with couples snogging in them.I slid my hand up her short summer dress, no knickers on then I asked? "No point," she replied, "I knew they.