I slowly entered her wet cunt and the feeling of lust and pleasure took over again and I just slammed into her and then started to work my way in and ...out her hole. Her walls were being stretched and she was screaming and in pleasure at the same time. As I fucked Sandy I was feeling the tension build all over my body and I was ready to cum when I started to fuck her pussy faster and faster until I released my juices deep into her cunt. I did not care about pregnancy and so I emptied myself in. 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. He forces your hips down and arches his back as he thrusts his cock up deep inside you. He is screaming. ‘Oh Lisa. Lisa. Ahhh. God Lisa. Make me cum.’ You can feel the warmth. Forming in your clit. Spreading all around. You are fucking him wildly. Frantically. Faster and faster. You want to cum. You want to cum so bad. Your tits are sore. Your pussy aches. But you fuck him even faster. Then you see the changes on his face. His skin grows flushes. And you can feel his shaft throbbing. ‘Now. ***** Once in camp, Dee had started to unload their stuff when Missy asked, ‘Aren’t we going to go on back to the highway? We’re not staying here, are we?’ ‘Yes, Missy, we’re going to stay here if our host doesn’t mind and hopefully he will help us get out of here when he leaves. So far, we have made a big mess of half a day of his time and I have not heard a word of thanks from you, only bitchiness. So, either get over here and help me set up camp or start walking. I think he will provide you.