“Yeah” she giggled, and rolled around to face me. I put both hands out and placed them flat against her breasts, my palms on her nipples. I p...ressed gently into them and then rolled them in my palms. When I rolled my hands her entire breasts moved around on her chest. Breasts have a beautiful firm softness to them and hers felt different to mine. I put both hands on one breast and squeezed it into a cone so the nipple poked forward and pouted. I did the same to her other breast and. Just off that landing is the laundry room—just a small room with a handful of coin-operated washers and dryers. For some reason, I decided that that the laundry room was the place for my new adventure in masturbating.The room is available to the tenants 24/7, so I decided on a late night excursion to minimize the chance of accidental discovery. I chickened out on Tuesday night, but Wednesday night (Thursday morning, really), dressed in only hiking shorts, T-shirt and a pair of Vans, I descended. It was a relief when she went into her room and I was able to close my bedroom door and slip an exploring and relieving hand into my wet panties.Tanya's tenth birthday was a week later, on the Thursday. She had a small party; just a few of her friends came to the house after school. It would have been nice to have looked in on them with the superiority of being three and a half years older, but as I watched them arrive, I could see that some of these ten-year-olds had busts; none as big as. She was considered one of the brightest students at Sunnyvale High. She was also considered strange. She had few friends and most of those were geeks. What made her strange was her clothing. She always wore baggy, long sleeved men's shirts, long flowing skirts, and floppy hats. That and she had a pair of big, oval glasses that made her look like an owl. Not to say that she wasn't pretty, because she was. Unfortunately, she did nothing to enhance what God had given her. In many ways, she was.