She was 5’5” in six-inch heals, her body stopped

She’s had that dress since she was nine, and once her height pulled it high enough up her thigh to drive me wild it stopped and gave me other things besides her legs to concentrate on

She leapt into the air and the sun penetrated dress, showing her nipples and her panties.

I remember that dress it seems that age and her blooming body have worn the cotton thin.

it made everything seem softer, and I wanted to take it off with my teeth, and scratch fingers into her side. From what I hear about her that wouldn’t be the only blood I’d make come out of her.

in three years these four years wouldn’t mater, she’s legal now for almost everything I can do at twenty-one. It still seems wrong somehow

and once her height hiked it high enough up her thigh to reassure some of my imagination

I wouldn’t call it a back yard

She’s had that dress forever, since she was nine, her body has stretched it out and thinned the plain white cotton. Her height hiked it up her thigh.