When I was a boy, My mom had a good friend named Julia. Julia was a gymnast, and we would regularly attend her competitions. In time, I began to notice how good Julia Looked as she performed in her black Leotard. I became mesmerized with how her hips moved, and the curves of her body. Even when she would be at our house visiting, I couldn’t help but watch her and wonder what she had on under her clothes.
One day, when I was 10 years old my Mom had to go