“You have received a message from...” “Brent”. “Hello Lainey, this is Brent. I’m a 50 year old White man from (an area close by). You soun... delightful. What are you up to this evening?”. “Well this sounds too good to be true” I thought. “What’s wrong with this one?” I laughed to myself. I replied. “Not much! Just bored. New to the system. How about you?” I sent my reply and waited. Wading through the quagmire of guys who couldn’t have cared less about what I was looking for. Messages about dick. The houses of the time were build up off the ground and there was about 2 or three feet between the ground and the bottom of the house. This looked like a place I would be able to do some good exploring. I decided this could wait until Monday when the folks were at work so I could explore without getting caught. Mom and Dad both worked and as was the custom in that era at 12 years old I stayed at home by myself during the day. On Monday morning Mom and Dad left for work and I received. .Click... Click... each picture building, showing her face deep inconcentration, brow furrowed at the intrusion, becoming prettier as sherelaxed into the new sensation, lighting up with pleasure as he began tohit her Sweet Spot. Her face beautiful in pleasure, a picture of sexualexcitement.Click... his lubricated erection, poised at her willing and ready entrance.Click... pushing gently against her virgin resistance. Click... Her faceflushed with excitement and anticipation. Click... The head. You’ll be OK.We danced in every combination of the four we could come up with. Mostly Colleen and me, though, just like she told Jenny, but I did dance with that little thing, and I’ll tell you, it was almost like dancing alone. She could follow and knew, somehow, where the next move, the next step, and subsequent kiss were coming from.She and Connie danced. She and Colleen danced. I watched the other patrons a lot, and could not believe what I thought of as jealousy from others came bubbling.