I am aware that my developing breasts are already in view because I felt the cold graze it with its breeze. “Why is this dress so tight?” My whole face is covered and I try to pull it off but it was so difficult and I feel that it will be ripped off if I still pull harder. I gave up and drop my arms and I eyed Franciskus who already stopped swimming and was looking at me.
“Get out of the water and help me with this stupid dress, Franciskus. Faster.” He turned his head away, shy that he was looking at my bareness. Then he slowly move towards me, his lower body slowly starting to show. He was all wet from head to toe. His hair dripping and some of it stuck to his forehead. His nose was the same as Father, his whole face was as handsome as him. His full lips slightly quivered at the swish o
