Net, but that isn’t what I always did.When I was younger, I mean not yet a teenager, maybe sixth grade – I didn’t even think about girls. I had ...wo 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. Watching the leaves fall from the trees, watching the clouds form and dissipate while mist drifts from the sky. Twilight came, and so did night.All of the lights over the city twinkled and flashed like a million stars to Sandra. It was majestic, magical. While standing on the pier, looking out over the ocean, Sandra got the strange sensation of total confidence. She felt like anything was possible. She could make her dreams come. Invited me and my BF over one evening for drinks. I think my BF had previously told Bill that we were swingers. So the evening was a set up for some hot hot 4-some sex. Well it didn't take long for things to get hot. Bill told Sherri to pull up her skirt and show her naked pussy. She wasn't wearing any panties. Bill said that she never wears panties at home, because she's such a slut. She sat on his lap, spread her legs wide and started rubbing her clit. Then Bill asked me, "Are you a nasty. . did you go to one of those topless beaches?" Yes... and I even went topless... that is what you really want to know, isn't it?" Oh, wow ... that is so cool ... Were there a lot of people on the beach?" Well, yeah, I guess so ... Quite a few anyway." Men and women?" Of course." Were they all topless?" Most of them." Like ... uh ... how old were they?" The women you mean?" Uh huh ... the teenage girls ... girls my age ... were they topless too?" Yeah, in fact it was mostly older women that.