I had two sisters, but they’re my sisters ... and were nothing special to me. Kinda cute! I also had an older brother, but this isn’t about any of...them.The first time I met a girl whom I thought was pretty, it was the initial night that I went to Cotillion. Yeah, that’s where I got the idea for writing about ‘Charles, Claire & Kalista.’It was 1964, and I was eight years old. The Cotillion was happening in the Knights of Columbus’s hall in our town on Tuesday nights. Two weeks after school was. She slid onto the bed, straddled his waist, and leaned down to kiss him. The sweetness of her mouth could make him forget everything else, so he barely noticed that as she kissed him, she fitted a silk scarf around his eyes, lifting his head and fastening it securely behind him.She broke the kiss and began to move down his body, feathering kisses across his chest, swirling her tongue around his nipples, and lightly scratching her fingernails over his bare skin. When her hips reached his, he. Hold on!" she said excitedly. "Stay right there." She rushed back into the dressing room.I eagerly anticipated her return. What did she have planned?She came out in the red dress."Wow!" I repeated."You like this one too?" she asked."You have to do a little spin in this one too." Okay."I saw her white thong again. She noticed were my eyes focused."Can you see underneath?" she exclaimed. She turned as red as her dress.Caught! What did I do now? I wasn't the pervert she probably thought I was. Or. I told him it was a fantasy I wanted to try for maybe just one night. “We see if you up for it and see if your white cracker hubby can handle it”. Long story short the next night Mistata Roca came to our house. OMG I had no idea and before the night was over he had put me through every imaginable thing. But here’s the catch. While Dan had seen me with other guys before this was different. Mistata Roca was one huge huge man in every way, he was super alpha dominant. He took over.