The weather was good; we were young and felt invulnerable. Why not party? The next one was just a week away, a week I spent in feverish excitement. Th...re was a constant dampness between my legs and my nipples seemed to be permanently firm and sensitive. My dreams we always the same, Helen Helen Helen, she was all I could think about....Arriving at Beth’s place to get ready I pulled out a whole bottle of Vodka this time, determined that Beth would not even last until midnight and god bless her,. She took something to eat at the factory cafeteria during her dinner break and the life was going on smooth, calm and fine. On a Monday evening, it was almost 7:00 PM in the when Tyrone went to her place for a usual dinner time and found her busy with trying to repair the tire of her motorbike. She was very glad to see him and asked for his help while she went and prepared the spaghetti for the dinner. Tyrone agreed and she showed him all the tools needed before leaving. After some time. For my part I was not quite so brazen. Hesitantly my fingers tenderly parted the silky soft outer lips to see what secrets lay hidden. Her vulva parted for me like the opening of some rare fleshy flower. Things I’d only heard about in passing blossomed before my eyes, Clitoris, Libya, Vaginal opening. Overlaid in my mind was the anatomy image from a text book. I remembered the part names from health class I just didn’t understand what they did?Miranda’s clit peeked out of its hood looking kind. "Why don't we share techniques as they suggested at The Exchange?" "Okay," she grinned. "Why don't you go first?" "Why not?" I grinned back somewhat defensively, realizing that, like it or not, we were involved in a sort of competition. "Well, when I first start interviewing a guy, the first thing I ask him about is the size of his penis." "A guy?" she blurted, taking me completely by surprise with her sudden question."Of course." "You've been interviewing guys?" "Yes." "But I've been.