.slender.....small chested but perfectly ok....and long long legs thatwere like a gift from heaven. I had always had a thing for girls withlong legs. ...Plus she often wore shoes with heels which empahsized themeven more. There were times she would be sitting with her legs crossedand would flip her shoe back and forth with her toes to where they wouldalmost fall off. I'm not sure if she was even conscious she was doingit...but I certainly was. Wow....my son's first girlfriend was a treat tobehold. He said if I dropped by his house the next day he would find something.That night David and I made love twice as he assured me that he would feel the same about me no matter what happened. The next morning I spend ages on my make-up and wore a dress that showed of my assets. A 34c bust and long legs. David suggested no bra but I didn’t want to make it too obvious. I drove to Mr Olson’s home. It was in the rich end of town. I walked up and knocked on the front door. He opened it and was wearing. I enjoyed the hair and the enticing smell of her armpits. The cold blasts from the aircon was getting a bit uncomfortable and we moved onto her bed.Her nipples were already hard. I sucked on one and squeezed and rubbed the other breast. I carassed her tummy and moved right down to where the action should be. My God! Did she have a camel toe. It was big and full. I imagined it must look like what comedienne Niki Glaser said about her own vagina, "an over packed soft luggage". I opened my mouth. I do not know, why, mingled with hem and started walking on foot. With empty stomach, I drunk water from the roadside tap and going on with them. None of the person was taking to each other; they were just walking, walking and walking. Nobody cares whether I am with them. The allies were narrow, risky, if slipped by mistake; I would be 100 meter below the hill. I was so fatigued and thirsty, I sat beneath an unknown hilly tree. None of my group waited for me, they left. I was feeling headache.