Amanda, I'm sure, the main focus of their attention. The girlswould respond to any comments with either a giggle or a sneer, dependingon what was said...and what the guy was like. The girls would then go toone of the seating areas and have a laugh and a joke about the guys andtheir comments.These seating areas consisted of high backed sofa type seats, almost likea cubicle, but half circular and seated about eight people comfortably.The tables were a nice height which is very handy, as Amanda and. He nods and cranks up his music, the car being filled with blast beats and screeching.I glance over at him, but he's focusing on the road. I lick my lips shyly, feeling their dryness, and my eyes scan his body. He's thin, lean, delicious... my eyes stop on his crotch, and I begin the guessing game I always play: 'I wonder how big his cock is.' My thoughts go back and forth, from average to monster. He clears his throat, and I glance up quickly, making eye contact. He saw me looking! I squeak. We discussed what we were both seeking in life our goals etc and finally the subject got around to sex! yes sex that action and reaction between male and female regardless of a****l variety,She was a total "virgin" ie never been seen or touched by the male species nor had she been given any sex information by her parents, any knowledge that she did have was from talk heard at school.( This is what I was originally believed_)X who I will call had a younger sister 4 years her junior ( more about. Some villagers would bring a specialty food to share at the festival. For my mother, that would be her berry tarts. She would be up at dawn preparing everything and then I would assist her in making them.My job had been to put a scoop of filling into each tart. One flavor per batch, so that they did not get mixed up. Mother would usually make two batches of each flavor. Ishaan berries, which were bright green with a citrus flavor. Orchal berries, which were purple and slightly tart. Drovish.