grows ... 
the years passed, my hair grew longer and shorter skirts, immature little girl's body gave way to a considerable body of woman, life narrowed and highlighted well-shaped hips, my thighs were no longer those of a girl and you were well out from under the skirts, and my breasts rounded quarreled with her bra, just did not want to be there! But Mom said that was not good that you see my nipples from under her shirt, but it was not my fault if they had become so malicious? And I was growing up would see even friends of my brothers, their visits became more frequent and their "stain to" back it was obvious! I enjoyed when they were all for showing off, were "cock fighting" ... that stupid! They were competing to see who could be more beautiful in my eyes. I was not interested any of them ... well, almost anyone. One of them a little aroused my curiosity, a dear friend of my older brother was different from others, perhaps because it was mature, had a behavior that is detached from the rest of his friends. I was so obnoxious, but ... called me "Nica" (small), took me chocolates, stuffed animals, even the candy melon, that stuff ... disgusting! He treated me like I was still a child, he inquired whether I had done my homework (but then what he cares?) And I got to the point that sometimes, when he came to my house, I shut myself in my room. Could not bear it at all! He was not joking with me like other friends of my brothers, it was not "stain to" did everything possible to perform in "wheels peacock," he observed quietly, never joke or silly jokes, his relationship with me most was a kiss and a pat on the head when he came to greet me, saying a "first kiss to Nicuzza" (a kiss to the little sooner), some fitting phrase like "how's school?" or "did you eat all day" ... and then sun or chatting with my brother listening to music. I at times I hid behind the bedroom door, watching them through the slot of the jamb, retaining the breath for me to not find out from them and I was so obnoxious it, but it was really a handsome man, tall, sporting a nice physique, his florid muscle was evident and made him even more attractive, more elegant, dark-haired, eyes seemed to shine, beautiful lips and white teeth stood out on his face lightly tanned. Too bad that can not stand ... But it was not bad at all! They spent the days, months, and his visits to my house I do not know how ... were more frequent. Slowly getting used to his presence, I spent a little more time in the mirror, I wanted to find myself a little in order, choose the dress that I was better, I spent a bit of makeup, brush for well My hair, he liked so much and I liked them when I absent-mindedly stroking, left on them a trail of light scent and also make the shoes. Rather frequently, in fact, I resumed my habit of not to put them in the house, because I love being barefoot, with a sweet smile and he pointed out to me "Joy but you're always barefoot!" He said, and gave me a pat on the cheek, how can a little girl to call her lovingly. Often offered to help me to make me repeat a few lessons a little tricky and I, as I explained some subject, the observer, sometimes not even listening to him, I liked the scent of expression and the small rocket that was formed near eyes ... the His warm voice, rather than clarified, confused me ideas!
the years passed, my hair grew longer and shorter skirts, immature little girl's body gave way to a considerable body of woman, life narrowed and highlighted well-shaped hips, my thighs were no longer those of a girl and you were well out from under the skirts, and my breasts rounded quarreled with her bra, just did not want to be there! But Mom said that was not good that you see my nipples from under her shirt, but it was not my fault if they had become so malicious? And I was growing up would see even friends of my brothers, their visits became more frequent and their "stain to" back it was obvious! I enjoyed when they were all for showing off, were "cock fighting" ... that stupid! They were competing to see who could be more beautiful in my eyes. I was not interested any of them ... well, almost anyone. One of them a little aroused my curiosity, a dear friend of my older brother was different from others, perhaps because it was mature, had a behavior that is detached from the rest of his friends. I was so obnoxious, but ... called me "Nica" (small), took me chocolates, stuffed animals, even the candy melon, that stuff ... disgusting! He treated me like I was still a child, he inquired whether I had done my homework (but then what he cares?) And I got to the point that sometimes, when he came to my house, I shut myself in my room. Could not bear it at all! He was not joking with me like other friends of my brothers, it was not "stain to" did everything possible to perform in "wheels peacock," he observed quietly, never joke or silly jokes, his relationship with me most was a kiss and a pat on the head when he came to greet me, saying a "first kiss to Nicuzza" (a kiss to the little sooner), some fitting phrase like "how's school?" or "did you eat all day" ... and then sun or chatting with my brother listening to music. I at times I hid behind the bedroom door, watching them through the slot of the jamb, retaining the breath for me to not find out from them and I was so obnoxious it, but it was really a handsome man, tall, sporting a nice physique, his florid muscle was evident and made him even more attractive, more elegant, dark-haired, eyes seemed to shine, beautiful lips and white teeth stood out on his face lightly tanned. Too bad that can not stand ... But it was not bad at all! They spent the days, months, and his visits to my house I do not know how ... were more frequent. Slowly getting used to his presence, I spent a little more time in the mirror, I wanted to find myself a little in order, choose the dress that I was better, I spent a bit of makeup, brush for well My hair, he liked so much and I liked them when I absent-mindedly stroking, left on them a trail of light scent and also make the shoes. Rather frequently, in fact, I resumed my habit of not to put them in the house, because I love being barefoot, with a sweet smile and he pointed out to me "Joy but you're always barefoot!" He said, and gave me a pat on the cheek, how can a little girl to call her lovingly. Often offered to help me to make me repeat a few lessons a little tricky and I, as I explained some subject, the observer, sometimes not even listening to him, I liked the scent of expression and the small rocket that was formed near eyes ... the His warm voice, rather than clarified, confused me ideas! 
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