When I was thirteen my dad had to work abroad for six months, mum went with him, and I went to stay with a family friend so I could continue at school. Sheila was about forty, slim, blonde and quite attractive. She was divorced and had a daughter Karen who was coming up to her seventeenth birthday. Karen was a bit overweight and plain looking so she was not someone I lusted after despite my growing interest in girls. She was also a quiet girl and with the age difference, which seemed a lot at that
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