." I know, honey." She put her arms around him. "Does this ring a bell: Once upon a time, there was a shy girl who lived on Parsons Street. When she w...as a sophomore in high school, a boy started calling on her. He was a senior and drove a '73 Camaro that was too fast and too pretty for her daddy's liking. His hair was too long and he didn't say 'sir' or 'ma'am' and his grades weren't very good. The first time he came to pick her up, the girl's father was cleaning his .30-06 in the living room.. “Go up slowly” he said to her as she stepped on the first rung with the old man standing right behind her, he knew he was going to enjoy this.As she started to climb up one rung at a time he saw her little white panties were wedged up the crack of her small rounded arse, her thigh gap showing the tight fabric between her legs, he could see a few stray hairs poking out the sides and he knew he was now sporting a tent pole at the front of his robe, he held the sides of the ladder as she went up. He wasn't all that old, maybe in his early thirties. That seemed old to a boy of seventeen.John K was a Korean War vet and had a small disability pension from the Army. He and I got to talking and liked each other. When he learned I was broke and homeless, he invited me to share his tiny apartment in one of the crumbling art deco hotels that lined Venice Beach. I gratefully accepted his kind offer.The apartment was the size of a small hotel room, which is what it actually was. I began to. I said, you are Auntie but a woman first, let me satisfy you so that you don’t need to finger Yourself. She caught her langa tightly. But I overpowered her and it was torn in between. I pressed her legs with my legs and could feel the heat from her cunt it was now stark naked as she had no panty underneath. Then I started to undo her blouse and the bra and got hold of her blouse. She was trying hard to resist me but she could not. I tore her blouse and thrown it on the floor, now she was left.