Mine was fried chicken, pan gravy, mashed potatoes, green beans, and fresh biscuits. Allie made spaghetti and meatballs, Joe was a grillmaster. We all...were proud of our dishes.” Her fried chicken was really outstanding. We had it about every two weeks.Lindsey was a blue eyed blond with a bubbly personality, a real piece of eye candy. They made quite a pair and quite a contrast at the same time. She couldn’t cook as well as we thought. We suffered through three hot dog and hamburger meals before. Maybe they were still just developing but they were still female breasts all the same with puffy areolae sections and hard nipples out there and for all the world to see. Keith, on the other hand, found himself walking along with his pelvis thrusting forward just slightly to advertise his swinging cock to the world in all its manly pride. That swinging penis also had one sweet little knob poking out from just under the foreskin so it could spy all the action with its one ‘single eye’ as this. "This seems very easy," I whispered to Renee. She scowled back.The teacher was lecturing on parallel lines, and whenever she asked a question, I raised my hand. After the third correct answer, she stopped calling on me."Don't be a know-it-all," the dark-haired girl whispered.The teacher droned on, ignoring me, calling on very stupid girls who stammered and missed the most basic points. I fidgeted. Then I took out a sheet of paper, wrote a note, and passed it to the dark-haired girl: What is. Maria's eyes too, were dark, maybe even black. Her complexion was dark, like a carefully nurtured suntan, but in her case, it was not all from the sun. Her features were soft, probably Central or South American, not sharp, like those from the Mediterranean.Close behind her was the boyfriend, over six feet, over two hundred pounds, solid muscle. He had to be a football player, she likely a cheerleader. Age? Maria, maybe sixteen – the boy-friend, probably a year older, but both definitely.