"Davy Hansen, that is disgusting." she said to me and walked on by, her pert nose stuck up in the air."Betty May, I hope it's you who's sick to almost...dying like I am. I'll just laugh at you." I yelled at her. Then my stomach gave one last lurch and I let fly one last time. I went over to the hand pump that stood all by itself at one end of the small fair grounds and hurriedly washed off my face and rinsed out my mouth. I ran wet fingers through my hair and hurried to find my parents."Oh, there. Once again, I had to change my position and stand up with him. I wanted to have his view right along with him, so Sharon glanced at both of us during the last few minutes of her lips going back and forth.To add even more love to the mix, Vance wrapped his arms around me. My head went up against the shoulder, and my mouth opened widely. Never before had I seen the look in Sharon's eyes as I did at that moment, and I loved it.I already knew I loved her to some degree, but right then, I knew she. A lovely white lace bra and white lace boy shorts with satiny rear (a match for mine!). The panties curving between the cheeks, all accenting her bodies lovely curves and shapes. Her name was Selene, the moon goddess - seemed appropriate. She sat down and we talked, her mouth was full, her eyes deep pools, her breasts large and full pushing against her bra. All in all a lovely package, she was making me horny.After some small talk she leaned over an asked me if I would like a dance, I said. I used to wear abaya, hijab, gloves and cover myself from top to bottom like most arab girls in saudi arab. I was taught by my mother and elders not to look at men and stay away from them. So I was following that way and religious Islamic law. In my teenage. I had feelings to speak and look at men and started to like men. I had interest to listen stories from other women while talking about men. By that time I even understood as what happens when it's wedding night from my aunts and cousins. I.