I could sense her desperation to get sucked with other boob. She is moving a bit and not letting me any other things else the right boob. I took it in...my mouth and sucked it for 15 minutes. I didn’t dare to reach her pussy, since I knew she is a virgin and residing in my house. If she get pregnancy, I will hold the responsible. Thinking this, I just played with her top only.This continued every night and after a week or so, one night she asked me in low voice that, jijoo last night you did. 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; white shirt, black pants and tie – and was dropped off.Funny, now that I think about it. The boys were all ‘dropped off’, while many of the girl’s moms or dads stayed. Looking at it now, it was probably a way. She looked at me in shock then stared at my errect cock, i gasped and before i could say get out she had closed to door and locked it. I tried to cover my boner she asked "what are you doing" and locked me up and down, i was speechless i tried to mumble out some word but before I could she said "its ok you don't need to explain". She came towards me and moved my hands "wow that's pretty big for a little boy", "thanks" i mumbled out. She then sat on my lap and griped my cock and started to jerk. "Get me out of this fucking place!" she said aloud, frustrated that she was still thinking about black men. She grabbed the dildo and the magazines she had unwrapped and threw them in the clear bag that had been provided. The sooner I throw this shit away the better, she figured, embarrassed that she had looked at the magazines and even more embarrassed that she had used the dildo.A KNOCK KNOCK at the door made her jump. "We're ready to clear the room for you," a Hispanic woman's voice said.