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I was 12. The girl was the hottest chick in the 6th grade and had the nicest breasts on our wing of class rooms. She abused me, took control from the moment our lips touched, grabbed one of my hands and put it down her shirt. Her name is Jessica. She loved my blond hair and thought I was the cutest out of all the other boys ( That comment has seemed to have stuck with me evrywhere I go to this date.) Her mom owned the hair Salon my mother had her hair/nails/toes done at. Amazingly we are friends to this date. It was wierd, everytime we moved her family moved to the same city. I think thats how we became such good friends and remained that way. I think it was magical in the sense that after it was done I couldn't talk. I came home and told my dad and mom that she made me feel on her breasts. My pops thought it was funny and started laughing but my mom thought it must have been some sort of a traumatic exp. for me, being a little boy and all.
I'm kinda proud that she was my first as well as me being her first. She's now modeling out in califonia and loves what she does. She's a major airhead but REALLY hot. One day if she makes the cover of magazines such as Cosmo, Maxim, Playboy and the like, I'll be able to frame it and tell my friends/ sons that I was the first person to have ever felt on those knockers as well as kiss her. I doubt she'll make those covers but I wouldn't be surprised if I saw her in Calvin Klein pics.
UF
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