Kayla Cumsalot @1844 332 2639 EXT 357
You remember the first time you met your friend’s teen daughter. It was at the LAKE and I was sunbathing on the back of my DADDY’S BOAT. My itty bitty, HOT PINK BIKINI barely covered my overdeveloped body. My parents hated that suit but couldn’t make me take it off. I had on big sunglasses when we pulled up to your dock but I doubt they hid the way my hungry gaze devoured you.
I watched your expression as I sat up and stood. You didn’t miss an inch of my BARELY LEGAL BODY, did you? You reached out for my hand to help me off the boat and I remember you asking my Dad, “Who is this?!”