"What am I going to do?" Julie said, getting right to the crisis. Her voice was quiet, and cracking. It was high pitched. She was choking away tears."...You will have to tell your mom...eventually you know." Meg said, though she hating being the bearer of bad news. "Whenever you are ready. And even if everything goes wrong, I will be here for you. Always." Meg said softly, moving my hand to hers. Julie intertwined her fingers with Meg’s, and nodded."Thank you Meg. I don't know if I can hide this. He then spread my legs apart. He started massaging the asshole and fingering the pussy by using the finger and thumb of one hand. It was now out of control for me as I was also getting wet due to this. He could also see my wetness and told me that it is the infection that is coming out.He said that he has to do it for more time and with a ‘big injection’ to completely remove it. I assumed that the ‘big injection’ maybe his dick too. I was thinking that how he could have done this to a lot of. 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;. ..something he and his partner hosted every month or sounded like that it would be a great way to adopt to a new life style. He seemed to take a liking to me, so I thought it might be great to pursuit. I guess I made the grade as I was invited for the weekend....a few rules however, no fucking with the guys, no oral, and no drinking. I was ok with the rules but a drink was in order before I got there!I arrived the party and was pre-informed that I could be comfortable as I wanted....many of the.