My dad said I was too young and that all these pageants did was sexualize young girls. I thought he was crazy, but he put his foot down. I think he th...ught I would forget all about it. When I turned thirteen, I told him I wanted to be in the local Little Miss pageant for girls twelve to sixteen.Looking back on it, it was both the worst and best decision I ever made. It was the worst because pageant contestants, their parents and the hanger-ons were vile people, or at least that was my. A couple of my men were going to take the truck and trailer back to hangar 17 to load up all the crates we had brought that contained the wish list of supplies for my men and the embassy.The group of men who went from the motel to the hangar included the pilots, load masters and helicopter technicians. Major Culpepper - along with Hanna and her camera man Sylvester Combs - went with them.For them the first order of business was to unload the chopper so the mechanics could go to work putting it. I watched as the remaining drips of cum fell off of it. Candy grabbed at me saying, "Daddy, I have to sit down".I pulled the booths chair over to Candy and eased her into it. She sat on the cool metal chair and leaned back. The moisture on her skin sparkled in the video monitors light. Candy spread her leg and relaxed.I watched as the guys cum ran out of her folds onto the metal seat. Quickly, I knelt down and pulled Candy out to the edge of the seat and drank the nectar from their sex. The. She was ready. Lying on her back she gave a heavy moan as I drove my dick all the way into her sopping wet cunt. When she reached thirty I worked with a man named Don. Don was a lady’s man. I never knew exactly why but he was funny and did joke with all the ladies married or not. My wife was no exception He would dance with her at the club; give her complements, and made sure she had plenty to drink and always sat with us. I once asked her if she was in love with him, and like most woman who.