A tiny, seemingly innocuous movement would be enough to trigger them. That was okay. Judy was just going to see how it felt to be on the spitting bloc.... Knowing that the machine had spitted hundreds of girls before her only made it more enticing.It was just a quiet whirring sound at first, somewhere between her legs. And then she felt it. A delicious caress from a smooth, sensual feeler between the lips of her pussy, and then another.'Oooooh!' She breathed. She was so lucky to be a girl. Every. After a few minutes, she got up and got the stuff from the store. When she headed for the kitchen, I remembered something. It didn’t happen too long ago. I had just gotten out of the shower, and I thought no one was home. So I was going to walk to my room nude. But just then, Erin came out of her room in the nude. She was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. She blushed and said: ‘Wow.. It’s so big..’ She was looking at my cock for a bit longer, and then ran back into her room. We never talked. I was looking for an answer. I wanted to know her motives behind this sudden desire to know the neighbors. You see, I had lived in major metropolitan areas myself, and if there’s one thing I knew - you went about your business keeping as low a profile as possible. Maybe those suburbanites in the nice neighborhoods had their little block parties and summer cookouts with everyone in the area. But in the city, you didn’t want to know your neighbor! The less you knew about what went on in your. Three long tables filled the hall. One table crossed the width of the room and two were at right angles to it. The cross-wise table was smaller than the other two and I guessed that this was what was known as the 'top-table'. The clue was the throne-like chair that sat in the very center of the table.The two longer tables had a space between them and entertainers were using that space to juggle and tumble, strum and sing. Each of the tables sat around twenty on each side, while the top-table.