To put the icing on the cake, he could tell that one of the single girls liked him and he liked her too, although he would have liked her mother and possibly even her grandmother, he was getting that desperate.
However, Cathy, or so he thought her name to be, was pretty and bubbly.
She wore gypsy style clothing – a brightly-coloured waistcoat over a white blouse and a long, loose skirt. He looked hard whenever he had the chance, without being rude, and he was sure that she wasn’t wearing a b*a.
This was a huge turn-on for him, since al girls over the age of about ten wore a b*a in his vil age and he had not even seen his sister in the nude since she was about eight. Female bodies were heavily guarded either by
themselves or by their parents in their part of Tha
