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You wrap yourself in a fluffy towel and sit down in front of your dressing table to dry your hair, the dryer whining in one hand and your brush in the other as you work the tangles out. Your towel drops down to your lap. | You wrap yourself in a fluffy towel and sit down in front of your dressing table to dry your hair, the dryer whining in one hand and your brush in the other as you work the tangles out. Your towel drops down to your lap. | ||
* [[Sexy Fun Times/Ten Year Old Girl/ | You're not really used to being left to your own devices like this, but after your tenth birthday, your Mum had said that you were old enough to not need a babysitter and it was time to take more responsibility for yourself. | ||
Now you have to decide what to do for the rest of this nice sunny day. | |||
* [[Sexy Fun Times/Ten Year Old Girl/School|You need to get ready for school]] | |||
* [[Sexy Fun Times/Ten Year Old Girl/Get Dressed|You dress to go out]] | * [[Sexy Fun Times/Ten Year Old Girl/Get Dressed|You dress to go out]] | ||
* [[Sexy Fun Times/Ten Year Old Girl/Reminisce|You think about what happened]] | * [[Sexy Fun Times/Ten Year Old Girl/Reminisce|You think about what happened]] |
Revision as of 13:52, 6 June 2021
Tall for your age and pencil slim. Your long fair hair is tied back and escaping from a loose ponytail, You put your hands under your budding breasts and push them up, and then slide your hands down over the slight bulge of your tummy to the mound at the top of your sex. "Has it only been a month," you think as you feel the familiar sensation.
In the shower, you start with your hair and give it a thorough shampoo, before rinsing it. Then you use body lotion for the rest, paying particular attention to the area between your legs and your ass, even to the extent of sliding a soapy finger in there.
You wrap yourself in a fluffy towel and sit down in front of your dressing table to dry your hair, the dryer whining in one hand and your brush in the other as you work the tangles out. Your towel drops down to your lap.
You're not really used to being left to your own devices like this, but after your tenth birthday, your Mum had said that you were old enough to not need a babysitter and it was time to take more responsibility for yourself.
Now you have to decide what to do for the rest of this nice sunny day.