" She raised her voice. "Trish! We're all waiting for you."The door to Keven and Sandy's bedroom opened and Trish came skipping out. My heart stopped ...eating for a moment. She was dressed up like a Catholic schoolgirl in a white blouse and dark skirt that swirled around her mid-thighs. Her hair fell down her back in two long braids."Evening everyone," she said cheerfully.I was speechless. When I finally tore my eyes away from her I saw that all the men were just as stunned as I was. The women. I would put one in my pants while home with mom. She told me it was ok when we were alone but not in public or when the family was home, I was so happy. About a week later someone in the family died out of town. Mom sent my sisters to my aunt and I went up stairs to Ella’s house, this lady loved me she was like a mother to me. We had fun playing and watching tv, she and all the ladies at that time would ware full fashion stockings I loved to touch them. I was siting at ella”s feet rubbing them. No one had ever said something like that about my cunt. My pussy was my “money-spinner,” because men paid me to allow them to stick their cocks into it. I loved it that he called my cunt “her.” How can I be proud of my slit? He was different. His eyes never held a moment of possessiveness or lust, just wonder. I had a difficult time making sense of what his face revealed to me.My hand involuntary moved downwards to cover my shame. What the fuck was happening to me? Was I suddenly ashamed of the. I realize it’s one of the rationalizations you hear from every man dating an underage girl, but it was perfectly true in this case: Marissa was extremely mature for her age. Vondie, two years older, was far less sophisticated and knowing, and much less sexually experienced and aware, than Marissa. Vondie was fond of telling everybody that she and I were engaged, when in fact we’d never even talked about marriage: when I pressed her about it, she denied having said it directly, and that she.