I was only 10 years old, but Stacy took my breath away.I was only 10 years old, but Stacy took my breath away. Beautiful is not quite the word to describe her face. She is exquisite. Perfect, smooth, translucent skin, halfway between pink and white. Full, pink lips. A model's high cheekbones. Green eyes that radiate as if there are bright lights behind them. A long neck. Thick, heavy hair, too blonde to call red, too red to call blonde, always in a stylish short cut. At 10, just her face was enough to send me into delirious daydreams; but, soon enough, I noticed that her body was as perfect as her face. Large breasts, tiny waist, round hips, curvy long legs. I would almost hyperventilate just watching her walk by. And I wasn't the only one staring at her while she worked, all the men at the salon stared at Stacy. |