Varda and Me…and her Dad!
Varda and me…and Her DAD! By Phyllisroger Varda and I were school friends with one difference. My body was fully developed and hers was still in the “budding process.” I had a nice figure, developed breasts and a nice shape and she was still totally slender. Maybe that was why we became friends…she admired my shape and longed to have a figure like mine. We had lots of fun talking about boys and things like that and, as it came to pass, she invited me to her home where I met her Dad. He was nice to us and treated us like grown ups. One day, Varda asked me to spend the night on the coming Friday. She said her Dad would fix us dinner and we could watch some shows on the telly. I …