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 over - I was expected to put on my Sunday best;. I could see Sharon watching intently as I pulled back until just the tip of my cock was nestled between those slick pink labia and then drove it forward with a firm long stroke.“Aaaaaaahh,” Emma let out a sigh of pleasure as my cock made its way back deep inside her. Once I hit bottom, I drew it slowly back out again. This time her hips rolled up to follow me and that beautiful tight cunt of hers gripped me like she never wanted to let go.“OH WOW!” Sharon burst out. “Emma, that looks amazing!”. She slipped to the floor and on her knees grasped his stiff cock. She lowered her mouth and made it wet before bending forward with her face in the couch’s cushion. She waved her lush bottom at her son. You like ass fucking so much, try humping a good one. Do you think you can plug your mother’s ass and make her feel good?’ Paul put an extra glob of spit on his extended instrument and aimed it at the puckered, brown star between her taut cheeks and forced it in, inch by inch until he had it. My eyes closed and I so wanted him to take me like a helpless damsel. But, he stopped and walked away. I watch him pick something up and as he turned back toward me, I saw that he had a ball gag and whip in his hand. He told me that he had spotted me at the first meeting that I had attend. It was the one where the demonstration on how to whip and flog took place. He said he had seen how I had tried to look somewhat disinterested but that he knew.