It was also a good cover for looking to my left constantly to check out her jiggly-boobs.“So far, yes, what about you, Matt?” she asked me. We rar...ely ever talked, and when we did, it was usually her asking me if I wanted some snacks or a drink while I gamed.“I mean it is a lot to take in at once,” I said as I scanned the street. My sister was zig-zagging the cart, trying to get it straight while my Dad patiently tried to help. Simon and Lucy were having fun pretending they were in a roller. We knew some details about the other’s car, make and colour. A few minutes later he arrived and parked beside me. A good looking guy, slightly overweight, casually dressed with a neat full beard. I got out and we shook hands before walking into the pub bar. It was too early for the lunchtime business to build up, so we almost had the place to ourselves. Drinks ordered we moved to an isolated table and began to chat. Nothing sexual - just general mundane stuff. We were there about half an hour. They had moved to the bedroom and lain there together as Jay had instructed her. He had talked her through the description and location of the sensitive spots on his cock and what to avoid. He warned her again about protecting the guy from her teeth and admonished her not to try to go too deep until she had had more practice, as she might gag and get turned off to the whole thing; or even throw up – definitely a mood-killer.Even having been warned earlier, and even right before he let go with. ”Rachael turned to rinse her back off. Her dark eyes were shining. “What did you do?”Smiling, Cara told her, “Mandy and I practiced kissing. We were fascinated by the French kissing we’d seen in movies. Then it progressed to touching each other.”“Do boys experiment with each other?”Cara laughed, lathered up her hands and started washing Rachael’s sides. “Maybe some. Guys aren’t that adventurous or confident. It’s easier for girls. I don’t know why. Guys probably think it hurts their masculinity.