" You know, les" she said " I thought you liked the girls."I hesitated for a moment thinking how to respond. I decided to be straight with her so I sa...d " well actually I like boys and girls."She just stood there with her mouth open before she said " you're joking right?"I shook my head no. She put her hand over her mouth. She was speechless for a second then said " we have to talk tonight sometime in private."I said " ok " and the conversation ended. We sat on the bus and didn't talk all the. He was tempted to pull down his pants and just penetrate her right then, but he wanted to prolong their first time. He crawled up and pulled off her shirt, unclasping her bra and throwing both to the side. Her breasts were small and barely formed, nipples pink and puffy. He pulled one into his mouth and began suckling it, licking his tongue greedily around the aerola. He sucked harder, nibbling slightly, and reached his hand down to rub her clit. She was wet and warm…he had to have her now. He. Angela came over and dropped her plate on the sideboard. “Your spunk is leaking down my legs,” she whispered. It was perhaps one of the most unexpected things anyone had ever said to me. My eyes went wide in a kind of erotic panic as I looked down, half expecting to see a trail of guilty white leading across the tiled floor. Instead, I saw Angela’s legs wriggle against each other, no doubt smearing my sex juices over her slender thighs. For safety’s sake, I kept my crotch pointing towards the. Other than to those who she said hi and good-bye to and who worked the farms around her and who sold their fruits and vegetables to tourists at farm stands, she didn’t know any Mennonite men. Although the Mennonites were friendly enough, as if there was a stone barrier put in place and an impenetrable brick wall, they were standoffish but not as standoffish as were the Amish. Totally unapproachable, speaking only when spoken to, the Amish seemed impossible to get to know unless, of course, the.