A few years ago, when my wife and lived in NYC, there was a young (almost 18 years old) girl that lived upstairs from us. Marsha would babysit on occasion, or just come by to talk with JoAnn, my wife. Marsha was an incredible looking, head turner. Even in sloppy jeans and a T-shirt her
Tara and Tom were both juniors at the Clinton High School. Tara had moved to town only a short while before, and didn’t know many people yet. She was a bouncy, friendly girl, about 5’6″ and weighed just over 110 pounds. She was thin, mostly, but had firm ripe breasts that she thought stuck out