Free Blogger: BUSTY ADVENTURES - BUSTYADVENTURES had had a crush on him since I was 6 or 7. But growing up, into my teens, my crush on him was still strong. Only something was different. I no longer had just a crush on him. I was in love with him. I was 16 when I realized this, and it hit me right in the heart like a sledgehammer.
But now I was 18. Young, vibrant, pretty (if I do say so myself), and above all, I was legal now. But he still had no idea how I felt about him. I was always afraid to let him know how I felt, lest he think I was a sick, depraved young girl for wanting a much older man. After all, I was barely legal, and he was 48, a year older than my Dad.
I put down the picture, turned off the lamp and crawled into bed sighing. I always went to bed the exact same way. Wet, horny and willing. Sure I had dated a few boys, gave a few hand jobs, a couple blow jobs, but I was still a virgin. And John has been divorced since before I was born.
