But, he's like our dad, he's nice with his shirt off. He's fairly muscular but really doesn't workout and really never played sports. Oh, um, I shave it smooth and it really looks fresh and pretty. Honey-blond hair (not my true color) to just below the shoulders, often in a ponytail, light-ivory skin (that's for the girls, guys just want boob info, right?) and I was one of the few lucky ones who never had any complexion problems growing up. Yes, really nice.) and I weigh one-eleven. I'm five-six, slender with a nice figure (okay, guys, they're B-cup but they're full, really full and really firm and nice with small, pink nipples. Since this story involves Ryan and me both, here's what we look like. There's me, Mom and Dad, and my little brother, Ryan, who is a senior in my old high school. So, I'm really beefing it up with extra accounting and finance credits along with some marketing courses as well. My name is Michelle Newcomb and I'm in my second year of college, majoring in Business, after all, I do hope to do something beyond waitressing after I graduate.
I guess this story starts the day I was born, September seventeenth, nineteen ninety-one.
