You'll know why. I don't suppose you're a virgin, too."She shook her head. "I lost mine when I was fifteen." At fifteen?"She nodded. "It was at that s...pecial school. He was an instructor, and I had some sort of a crush on him. I flirted with him and..." Gee -- he could've gone to jail for that." He still could -- the statute of limitations hasn't run out. I'll never talk about it, though. I was the one who wanted it and he obliged me. I am lucky I didn't end up pregnant. I realize now what a. I am making them. They don’t know you like I do and I think if they hear you say that what we do is private, they’ll trust you more. Girls know when a guy is lying!”My mind was racing. I wanted to somehow make sure the girls relaxed and felt confident that anything we might try was only between the four of us. I looked down at my hard penisand started to get dressed. “What are you doing?” asked Lorelei.“C’mon ... get dressed. If they’re coming over, I think we should at least greet them with. The first shop we came to had images of young girls with big happy smiles on them, short above knee denim skirts and tops, with their hair in brads or pigtails. All looked ultra-girly girls, all happy in their own femininity, or at least that's how they looked.We went into the shop, and bought two denim skirts like in the picture, one blue, one pink. Next we bought two pairs of bootleg trousers with embroidery running down the legs, one in blue and one in black. To go with these a few tops and. I can only hope that she did as she said she would. We occasionally had a lesbian come through the doors, but they did not open up as much as the others. I always felt that it was because they were already being prosecuted by others about there lifestyles and that this was just one more fight that they could only win on their own. They are a proud and noble lot. I look up to them for standing up for what they believe in. I can only hope that I carry half as much dignity as my friend did..