I follow you
I was 16 and she was 21
There was a young woman that I met while working my first job, at age 16. We’ll call her 'H'. She was beautiful with long dark hair, brown eyes, glowing white skin. 'H' was 21 years old, 4’11” with cantaloupe sized breasts and a mother’s soft stomach. 'H' had an independent personality and a laugh that was to die for. When she smiled at me it was like standing in the sun on a summer's afternoon, all warmth and comfort. Li...
