The Festival was an annual community event in which that year's crop of new young women were celebrated as sexually mature females and released to the...public. An elaborate pageant was staged in a concert hall or similar venue and carried live by local television and radio stations, in which the girls were put through their paces by their fathers, verified to be virgins, and evaluated on numerous criteria.After the final judging, the girls were ranked based on their aggregate scores for. I quit what I was doing and got my coat and things and left with her, and as I'd promised told her where we were going for supper. Of course she asked me how my trip went, and showed interest but I sensed she was a little withdrawn. Even after when we dropped into our club and mingled with other friends, she wasn't quite herself and I felt my impatience with her growing. Back home she still wasn't her usual self, and kept insisting nothing was the matter. I assumed she thought I was going to. .. with every stroke you breathe deeper and harder and moan so much so I can hear how wet your pussy is so much so I cannot take it much more! at this point my cock has grew and is so hard I'm having to rub it to get it comfy..... then as I look through the crack in the living room door I see your fingers deep in your wet pussy.....this was too much I couldn't keep still or concentrate I accidentally pushed the door and you saw me. At this point I thought shit now I've caught you and. Yeah, I know that was kind of juvenile, but it was fun!Our first stop was at the place where Jack worked. He was a helper in the shipping warehouse of a large company, but the foreman was a nice guy and let him come out to see my car. He was as impressed with the color as I was, but he had to get back to work, so he was not able to spend any time with us or the car.Jack was full of questions when I saw him at school at lunch time, and I told him all about Dad buying it for me. I didn’t tell him.