She glistened. It took me a while to relax.I did the other side of the lawn and when I got back to her area, she and the aluminum chaise were gone. I ...inished mowing, did the trimming with one of those string things, battery powered, and then went into the kitchen to get a drink. There she sat, smiling and drinking iced tea, and wearing a man's undershirt, a thin, white t-shirt that displayed her big nipples and long, long legs. Period."I'm Melissa," she said as I stood at the sink and admired. After that the questions got much more intimate. Had I ever seen a girl naked before…just in magazines. Had I ever felt of a girls breasts or vagina before…no ma’am. Was I gay…no ma’am. Then she shocked the hell out of me and asked me if wanted to see Camille naked…yes ma’am absolutely.There was some discussion in Spanish that was interpreted not for me.Finally the mother held up the five fingers on her one hand, then after a slight pause she held up three fingers on her other hand.My. “Tell me what you think I look like.” “You don’t want to know what I think. I’m supposed to be a good boy, aren’t I? “I didn’t say I would be a good girl, did I?” She smirked then walked over to her cello, picked it up, along with her bow and sat down with the shiny brown instrument between her knees. She glanced at me, “This is my favorite Bach Partita,” she said, then closed her eyes and began playing. I was fascinated watching her play, her bow moving vigorously, her fingers moving quickly. Julia was 14 and just entering puberty. Her breasts were beginning to bud. Her blonde hair was short. She had full lips and large green eyes. She had not made any friends at school yet and felt an outsider. 14 was bad enough without all this shit going on. She felt so ugly and wrong, her mum had cut her hair short, and she was short with small tits and legs looked chunkier than the pretty girls and now she was at a new school and knew no one. She had left her friends behind and was so unhappy.