At first it was a variety of choices, many of them in different countries. Oxford in England, Edinburgh in Scotland, then there were Princeton and Har...vard here. It took me months to come to a verdict and I finally chose Queens in Canada. Why? Because I thought it’d be fun to live on my own for a while, that and the fact that post-secondary education cost far less in Canada than here in the United States, even with the scholarships. But then it arrived, a letter with a wax seal like something. Her hips had spread a little also and she was starting to develop a nice ass on her. This, too, she didn’t mind showing off discretely, especially while wearing her shorts. She would stick that cute little rear end out for my approval whenever she got a chance. Boy, did I admire it. Although I can’t confirm this, but I’m sure she developed more hair to cover her pussy mound and I fantasized it was still as blond as it used to be. Her legs were more shapely than the young girl’s legs, also.. It was a strange time, I was learning about my young body and all its desires. It was a struggle of conscience, to the point that I masturbated by never touching myself skin to skin. I would lie there gazing at the sex and rubbing my young sensitive clit through my panties. My first orgasms were exhilarating, and I had multiple. My curiosity turned into addiction, and I spent every available opportunity sneaking a peak any erotic material I could get my hands on. And as soon as I could. Then she grinned. "But I don't care, dear. Let's make the most of our time alone."She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it apart, revealing her big tits. Thomas groaned with desire and reached out, squeezed a nipple and rolled it between his fingers. They may have continued like this for some time, but then they noticed that the guitar had stopped."Come on," said Julie, with a grin. "Bet I know where they are." She led him along a corridor then into the bathroom, locked the door, then,.