You know, there is towns no one should have to live in.Quite frankly, they are the kind of places where you look forward to going to church and the only thing to do is work around the house.So, my summers as a younger girl were spent at the side of my mother working on this or that. I exercised to pass the time. I walked a lot too. Then not much else.Was not until my grandfather’s death that I had this mentality shook for me.Without dwelling on the rather unsexy nature of a death bed, my Grandfather told me, “don’t die with regrets”.
It had a lot more wheezing, but you get the idea.
Cut to me, nineteen and a virgin, living in dorms at college and basically never so much as dared to slip a digit inside.
For the record, I’m 5’4. I’ve been called cute more than sexy. Round features, big eyes, curls, and soft lips. Not the sharp angled features of a model, but not hard to look at. I’m a brunette, but the edges lighten in the summer enough to have been called a blonde. I am wide hipped, narrow waisted, and I carry most of my height in my legs. Thanks to the country living and exercise they are pretty toned and I carry a reasonable thicc-ness around my ass and thighs. This has made buying jeans a bit of nightmare, but most of my partners say “lucky you look good without them then” whenever I complain.