Missy and her sister had to wear hand me down clothing, and were often un-bathed and unruly. She rarely had time to play with the other c***dren who ...were mostly black. Once in a great while she would take a risk and steal some change from her fathers laundry, so she could walk to the corner market for a treat. She spent plenty of time alone just fantasizing about how things might be when she got older. After Missy finished High School she met Jason, a rugged white man with little money, yet. ‘I want Mrs. Lee to alter them for me.’ The tee shirt Derrick handed me was what in girl speak we call a ‘wife beater,’ and it was very well worn. I struggled into the jeans I’d brought, which fit me like they were painted on, and pulled on the tee shirt. It was tight over my boobs and so worn and sheer that it was virtually translucent. I felt nearly naked walking back out to the fitting room. ‘Let me show you what I want,’ Derrick said to Mrs. Lee. ‘I want the tee cut off about here,’ he. *** ‘I’m all wound up,’ I declared. ‘Let’s stop at Molly’s on the way home.’ The party had ended early, we were on our way out by 10. I let James drive, feeling stressed out and wired. Molly’s was packed. We were lucky to nab a single stool at a high table covered with empties. I asked James get me an Irish coffee. I luxuriously sipped the sweet coffee and whiskey through the thick layer of cream and felt myself relaxing immediately. James stood next to me, drinking an O’Hara’s stout with a. "Bend," I commanded, kicking my socks and shoes off, my fingers tightening into near fists, resisting the urge to grab her and hurry this along. She bent on her hands and knees, presenting her beautiful ass in that thong. Damn. Suddenly, it was hard to breathe. This half-naked young girl in my room licking her lips as she watched me unzip my pants. I thought of all the things I wanted to do to her. All the naughty dirty things; taking her innocence...fucking her against the wall...burying my.