God, you’re beautiful. More beautiful than I remembered. Your long brown hair reaches your waist, and your wide eyes look deeply into mine. I glance... down at your body, which is practically perfect after years of gymnastics. I get a quick glance at your breasts, but quickly look away again. You give me a smile, saying, “Don’t be shy, baby,” and lean over to kiss me. Our lips meet and you moan softly into my mouth. You pull away, and say the three words that set the pace for the relationship.. I suggested her why don't you wear tracksuit, it will be comfortable for running. Are you mad how I can wear such clothes at this age. If any one sees me what will they say. I asked her to see with open eyes, there are lot of other women coming in such dresses, either in tracksuit or in chudidars, when others can wear why you can't. After all what is your age, you don't look that old you like elder sister. It's your fault that you are thinking yourself too old. If you wear nice dresses, someone. "So," I asked him, "You want to come over afterschool and try some more of that stuff?" "Go fuck yourself," heresponded. Well, so much for that experiment. But at least I now knowwhere NOT to apply the ointment - or, at least not in such a largeamount!A couple of months into my sophomore year, the continuing changes in mychest were more noticeable. First, my nipples were even puffier and nowstuck out about a half inch. And there was more thickness in the tissuebeneath them - maybe another half. As he started to go faster and faster i started to feel sense of euphoria and started to moan. Dylan stopped to take his boxers off and he resumed to wank me off playing with my balls too. He was sitting on one of my legs and i could feel him slowly hump my leg, his balls just sliding up and down my knee cap. As i was relaxing i closed my eyes and moved into a more comfortable position, then i felt something warm and wet around my cock end. As i looked up, Dylan had my cock in his mouth, when.