He placed his left hand on my thigh and moved it under my dress and had a feel of my soaking wet pussy as he moved my g string out of his way. "Fuck, ...ou are soaking," he said as he rubbed up and down my pussy lips.I replied, " I know, and I can't wait to get home and fuck you!" We looked and smiled at each other for a brief moment and Jason then removed his hand from between my legs, as he said, "can't wait you sexy babe."We soon arrived by my house and Jason parked in the garage. Closing the. 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 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. The cool air pooled there made it especially relaxing in the days of summer heat. It saved on the a/c, and there was plenty to keep busy with. The basement had been claimed a long time ago as their personal fun room. First with games, then with esoteric memorabilia and creative studio hardware. It was like a place where desks, games, computers, and miscellaneous stuff went to die. In comparison, their rooms were practically barren. Their parents avoided both the lower and upper floor - instead. The guys always leered at me especially the truckers. I had to wear dresses and skirts for work at the time and of course I wore them short, had no others. A few guys were fairly nice and got to know a few a little better. I always wanted to look inside those big semi trucks and so I asked Bob if he would mind. He said sure anytime. It happened to be lunch time so I went into the yard with him. He opened the driver door and he said to climb up to have a look. It was higher then I thought and.