Definitely a girl. "You're definitely a girl," I said.She caught my eyes, put her hands over her smallish breast bumps. "I am small there, too. Most g...irls my age are larger." If you were larger, you would not have made it this far. You can barely hide those." I did not want them noticed. THEM I don't care about. My hair ... I so much look like a boy." Hair will grow. I know boys who wear theirs longer than yours and girls who wear theirs shorter. You don't look strange."That got me a little. And that sight stalled him.“Girl, my goodness.”They were gorgeous. Pure white and fit that little girl like a kid glove.So what’d she do?Wiggled it.I think he cried out. One of us did, I know that.“Take them down, Tommy. I want you to see me, sweetheart.”“I-don’t-know.”She has two dimples just above the panty line, about six inches apart. So, you know what “John Shaft” did?He bent and kissed each dimple. He knew!“You like my dimples, don’t you, darling?”They’d discussed her dimples.“Dimples!!!”. I could feel my fluids eking out the sides of my panties and running down my thighs. It made me think of that Ginuwine song “Pony”, the line where he says: juices running down your thighs and also the main point of the song, you’re horny, let’s do it.“I guess…sure.” Robbie said quietly and not quite sure.I almost screamed. I couldn’t believe my ears. Good God I was gonna get to fuck.“Fuck these empanadas, let’s go. Now.”I grabbed his hand. It was rough but beautiful. I dragged him outside. The. She sat cross-legged and I noticed that she didn't have any panties on either. What is she doing? Is this just an innocent situation or was she trying to get a reaction?I ignored the view and went into the closet. I pulled out the garment bag and hung it on the door. I took the items I had sorted out the day before and put them in the bag. Trish was making idle conversation. I glanced over from time to time and she was still giving me a show. I had to keep my concentration on packing.The.