I was never disappointed in what the women offered and strove mightily to show each my utmost appreciation. I am still that way today, and I plan to r...emain that way for the rest of my life.I met some marvelous women; women who took a personal interest in me and helped me become a more rounded individual. My favorite beyond a doubt was Millicent Silvestry. Millicent was the widow of a merchant who had died four years previously from diphtheria. Millie was younger than Connie Spooner and quite. I care too much for you not to tell you these things. I would never lie to you but keeping my past from you would be just as bad." Okay, Henry, let's go to the table by the kitchen and you can tell me everything that is on your mind."I sat facing Lil with my back to the kitchen door. I began by telling her about my dancing and hoped it wouldn't affect our relationship."Lil, I was a dancer. I danced for money and did really good. I'm telling you this because I want you to know all about my past.. “One,” Becky said.“Do what she says DeAngelo!” One of the boys pleaded. “Unlock the door!”“Two,” Becky said.“Becky please!” I pleaded.“Thwee,” Becky said.Then, after a brief moment of silence, Becky slid her tiny fingers into the seam where the door met the frame, and pulled. The sound of shrieking metal was horrible, but Becky smiled as she peeled back the van’s sliding door. Bolts popped out and fell to the ground beside Becky’s tiny sneakers as she ripped the door from the frame, and threw. Once they were off, I was looking at her pussy now, something I had only hoped to see one day.Her mound was shaved for a bikini, and her brown hairs were cut short. She smiled when she saw me looking. “Like what you see now big guy?”“Oh yeah Baby, I do. Damn you are sexy.” She did have a scar from a c-section with her second child, but it wasn’t that noticeable, and I really didn’t care at that point. My hand went right to the mound and lightly stroked it. Her hand reached over and grabbed my.