Subject: Birds and Bees
Story Codes: Mg M-solo voy inc
Diary Date: June 20, 1993
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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I've referred to parts of what happened this day here and there in
numerous diary entries but so many people have asked me for the details
that I decided to write out a dedicated diary entry. The main reason I
haven't until now is that I was only eight at the time so the details are
at best fuzzy. Be real - how accurately does anyone remember anything
that happened to them at that age? Thus a lot of this is based on what my
parents have told me. I’ve done my best to piece everything together and
recreate what happened. When I was finished I ran the draft by my mom
and she made some corrections. We both agree that it is now as accurate
as it can be under the circumstances. If nothing else, it paints a
picture allowing future events in my life to be better understood
Personally I hate it when people write stories supposedly narrated by a
young girl - they're just silly at best and unbelievable. Thus I chose
to write this no different than as if I was telling it to someone in
person today.
One last thing... although I put a date for this diary entry I have no
idea precisely when this occurred. I just know it was sometime around my
mom’s birthday. Besides, what difference does it really make exactly
what day it happened? It's WHAT happened that matters.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - A Little Background
Chapter 2 - An Eye-Opener
Chapter 3 - Mom Gives Me "The Talk"
Chapter 4 - Learning "Hands-on"
Chapter 5 - Postlude
Chapter 1 - A Little Background
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Growing up my bedroom was on the second floor of our home squeezed
between my parents' bedroom and the guestroom. It was also directly
across the hall from the bathroom which meant whenever I returned to my
bedroom from using the bathroom it was almost impossible NOT to see what
was going on in my parents' bedroom when their door was open - which was
almost all the time. One thing I was taught early was that I was always
welcome in their bedroom at any time when the door was open but when it
was shut I had to knock first and only come in when they opened the door
or said it was OK.
As for what was going on in their bedroom when the door was shut, well
that was a mystery to me early on but then I don't remember really
questioning it at the time. It's just the way things were. The walls in
our old house were pretty thin so I could heard sounds coming through but
I pretty much didn't pay any attention.
As for MY bedroom door, I was never allowed to shut it unless we had
guests staying with us or people were visiting. It didn't make any
difference when I was younger as there was nothing for me to hide from my
parents. Of course things changed when I got older but that was later.
People might think that with such an "open door" policy that there wasn't
a lot of privacy but that's only an issue if you NEED privacy. From as
early as I can remember I dressed and used the bathroom around both of my
parents, just as they did with me. If you're brought up seeing your
father naked and him seeing you in the same state from day one then it's
not something that you even think about. There was NEVER a sexual
component, you were just undressed. Big deal.
My parents weren't nudists and there was no gratuitous nudity in our
house. If you were undressed in my house it was because there was a
reason for it like when taking a bath or shower, changing clothes, and so
forth. The only other time we were nude in front of one another was in
the hot tub as over time the hot water and chemicals ruined whatever you
wore so it was just common sense not to wear anything unless other people
were with us.
Until this day in my life I didn't know anything about sex. Really, what
typical eight year-old does outside of silly erotic stories? I found out
later that my parents enjoyed a healthy sex life, but that was something
they did behind the closed bedroom door. If they did anything like that
anywhere else, it was only when I wasn't around.
There were times I saw my father with an erection but my mom told me that
was just the way a man’s "thing" was sometimes. I think back then I
pretty much ignored it. If anything, I thought it was funny that my
daddy had this silly thing sticking out from him. I never came in
contact with it other than the occasional accidental brush in our small
bathroom or if I was sitting on his lap in the hot tub.
Chapter 2 - An Eye-Opener
=========================
It was early in the morning about three months after my eighth birthday
and I woke up earlier than normal with this tremendous urge to pee. The
sun was barely up so my bedroom was only dimly lit but it was enough that
I didn't bother to turn on the lamp next to my bed. Walking to the
bathroom, I pulled down my cotton pajama bottoms and took care of
business. After flushing the toilet and washing my hands I shuffled back
towards my bedroom rubbing the sleep from my eyes, ready to go back to
sleep.
As I crossed the hallway I heard what sounding like a moan coming from my
parents' bedroom. My eyes opened wider as I wondered if something was
wrong. The tone was deep and low so the faint sounds coming up the
stairway must have been my mom doing something in the kitchen. Was my
dad OK? The bedroom door was open which meant I could go in so I started
towards the bedroom door.
Just as I got to the doorway, the sunlight coming in through the windows
was enough to give me a good view of the room - a view good enough to
freeze me in my tracks. My dad was laying naked on his back on the bed.
My dad's head was resting on a pair of pillows piled up and he had his
feet flat in the bed with his knees bent and spread apart.
Now that in and of itself wasn't a big deal as my parents always slept
naked. What drew my attention was what he was doing with his hand. My
dad was rubbing his dick (I would have called it his "thing" back then)
and moaning although more softly than the ones that had drawn my
attention.
This was the first time I'd seen my dad masturbate. For that matter it
was the first time I'd seen ANYONE masturbate. At the time I didn't even
know that he was masturbating, I just knew he seemed to be enjoying
whatever it was he was doing.
It was fascinating! Just try and imagine what such a sight would look
like to a little girl that had no clue as to what was happening. At that
age I had no idea what the real purpose of my dad's "thing" was, only
that it was something that boys had and girls didn't, just as my mom had
boobs and my dad didn't. Why men and women were different wasn't really
all that much of a concern to me - until now at least.
How long I stood there watching I have no idea. I wanted to watch to see
what he was doing but at the same time I was afraid to make a sound
because I thought he might be mad for watching. After all, this was
something he'd never done before in front of me and even now it wasn’t
like I was suppose to be seeing this. Was this what happened when they
closed the door? Maybe because it was so early he thought I was asleep so
he didn't have to close the door.
I can remember actually starting to get a bit bored. Nothing more was
happening so maybe he was just itching it or something like that. I
didn’t know what having a thing like that was like. He just kept using
his hand on it, sometimes switching hands.
Suddenly he gasped and I almost cried out in surprise. His head leaned
back and his back arched up. Then to my utter amazement something
started to shoot out of his dick. I'd watched my dad pee before and at
first I thought ewwwww, he was peeing on himself in bed!
Then I noticed whatever it was didn't look like his pee. Instead of pale
and yellow, it was sort of white and gooey. Rather than coming out in a
stream it shot out in bursts, shooting the first time all the way to his
hairy chest and then the rest on his belly. I don't know how many times
it did it but it made quite a mess on his chest and stomach.
Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I froze.
"Shhhhhh, come with me you little spy."
My mother put her other hand on my other shoulder and steered me back to
my bedroom. I was so scared it was a good thing I'd just peed or I might
have done it right then and there on the hallway floor. Tears started to
flow as I was positive that I was going to be severely punished for
spying on my dad.
"Shhhhhh," she said softly, turning me to face her. My mom was smiling
which helped me a little. "It's OK... nothing to cry about dear."
Then she lifted me up onto my bed where I sat with my legs crossed under
me. I reached for one of my favorite teddy bears and clutched it for
security to my chest. My smile just smiled even more and gently took it
from my hands and set it aside.
"You're a big girl now, you don't need him," she said soothingly, running
her fingers through my hair. Then she added, more to herself than me,
"Apparently a bigger girl than I'd realized."
Standing back up straight, she put her hand to her lips and seemed to
think about something for a moment. Then she shrugged and told me to sit
still for a moment as she disappeared to her bedroom. I heard voices
coming from their room but couldn't make out what it was they were
saying.
Chapter 3 - Mom Gives Me "The Talk"
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“Kelly, we need to have a talk,” my mom started out when she returned to
my room. She had something in her hand but kept it hidden from view as
she sat next to me in the bed. Her nightshirt was pretty short and so it
lifted up enough to where I could see her panties but that wasn’t a big
deal to either of us.
What followed was my first introduction to sex. My mom confessed to me
years later that she wasn’t ready for this yet, assuming she still had at
least another year or two before the subject came up. I think she
figured it would arise more as a result of my own feelings and questions
rather than having my dad “spill the beans” so to say.
There’s a fine line when dealing with someone at such a young age.
Still, my mom managed to handle the subject of sex in much the same way
she’d handled the issue of nudity to date. What I mean is she explained
it as being something natural, something that everyone did. Even so, she
emphasized that just as we didn't run around the house naked for no
reason, so to it was with sex and masturbation.
So finally I knew why my parents closed the bedroom door. Important to
note is that even though I KNEW what was going on, the door remained
closed as there was no need for me to SEE what was going on. My mother
told me that sex was a special way for them to love each other and that
it was something for THEM to share between themselves, not as a family
thing. Someday I would have my own husband.
As much as my mom tried, I can't say it all went over smoothly. It’s
quite a shock for a girl to learn that something like her father’s
“thing” is suppose to go inside of her private place. That is one of the
things I DO remember about our talk, wondering how in the world such a
big thing could fit into something so small!
That was when my mom brought out what she had gone to her bedroom to get.
Again, this was something that will never be forgotten - my first look at
a dildo. In this case it was one of those designed to look like the real
thing except it was bigger than my dad’s - even when his was fully erect
(a new term for me now).
My mom slipped off her panties and leaned back on my bed. Wetting the
dido in her mouth, she rubbed herself with it a little and then slowly
pushed it inside of herself.
Wow! Talk about an eye-opening experience! It was one thing to talk about
something going inside of me there but to actually SEE it go in my mom
was a shock. It made what I’d seen my dad doing seem minor in
comparison.
“See Kelly, a woman’s pussy CAN take a man inside of her like this,” she
explained. “But you’ll have to wait until you’re a lot older before yours
is ready.”
She only left it in her for a moment and then pulled it back out again.
It wasn't like she masturbated with it or anything, just simply
demonstrated that it would fit. I DID notice that it seemed even wetter
than before which she seemed to see in my eyes as I stared at it.
“When you get older your pussy gets wet when you have sex to make it
easier for you to take a man inside of you,” she explained, setting the
dildo off to the side of her.
So by the time my mom left I’d had a pretty good introductory course in
sex education. Now I knew what that white stuff was that came from my
dad’s dick (my mom told me call it that instead of a penis). Overall I
had a pretty good idea of the mechanics of sex but it all seemed rather
clinical to me which I suppose was exactly what my mom intended.
If there was one thing I did NOT feel was anything that qualified as
sexual urges myself. Today I get a kick out of all those fantasies men
write about young girls wanting to have sex at the mere sight of the
first dick they see. I’m not saying that a young girl can't be sexually
excited, I’m just saying it didn’t happen to me. If anything, I just
felt more curiosity than anything. My mom made it absolutely clear that
sex was off-limits for me which included me seeing them having sex.
Looking back at the dilemma my mom faced when she caught me watching my
dad masturbate, I wonder how I will handle it when it comes time to
giving my own daughter “The Talk”. I think about some of the things my
mom did NOT tell me and wonder whether or not I’ll follow her lead.
For instance, while I we left that day with an understanding of the
mechanics of sex, nothing was said about the joy of sex. When my mom
brought out her dildo and demonstrated it to me, it was over and done
with so quickly that my thoughts were focused on the mere fact that she
had actually put it in her and it somehow fit. As to WHY she would such
a thing in the first place, well that never even crossed my mind.
Another thing was that I was left with the knowledge that masturbation
was something MEN did. It wasn't that my mom ever said that women
didn't, it was that she never said they DID.
So now I knew where babies came from but I think at the time I still was
having a hard time believing anything as big as a baby could possible
come out of me that way. My mom had proved that a man’s dick could fit
in her but she wasn't about to demonstrate child birth to me.
Chapter 4 - Learning "Hands-On"
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After my mom left, making sure to take her dildo with her, I laid in bed
and thought about everything that had just happened. Wow, what a morning
it had turned out to be!
My mom had told me not to say anything to my cousin Kristi as she was
only six. What a joke THAT turned out to be. It would be almost ten
years until I learned that SHE had actually been the first to be told not
to tell something to her cousin and she was keeping a lot more secrets
than I was. For me it was all talk but in her case she was getting a
more detailed education, even though she was two years younger than me.
If there’s one thing I can say about my mother, she was always pretty
perceptive when it came to understanding her daughter (and still is for
that matter). She knew that I’d had a lot thrown at me so she kept a
close eye on me for the rest of the day.
That evening after supper my mom announced that we all should relax in
the hot tub for a while. There was nothing unusual in that as we spent
many evenings enjoying the tub, sometimes for an hour or more, sometimes
for just a few minutes.
Personally I loved the hot tub as me being so small it was almost as good
as having a swimming pool. Our deck was surrounded by a security/privacy
fence that kept prying eyes at bay, allowing us to enjoy ourselves
without having to worry about others watching. I suppose if people
across the valley behind out house had a high-power telescope they might
have seen us but we never worried about it.
As usual I led the way, dropping my clothes in a pile so I could be the
first in the tub and claim my favorite spot. My mom and dad followed, my
mom picking up my clothes and clucking something about me being so
sloppy.
As my dad undressed, my eyes couldn't help but focus on his dick. It was
no longer just his “thing”, now it was a “penis” or a “dick”. Now I knew
that that it could fit into my mother like her dildo had. Even though I
knew this in my head, trying to imagine him putting it in her was still a
bit of a stretch for me. Before it was something I never paid any
attention to but after seeing him masturbate and then learning what it
was for it changed everything.
“Kelly, it’s not polite to stare,” my mom gently scolded me as she caught
me staring.
My dad seemed to be a bit sheepish at having his daughter express such
interest in him like this for the first time. Still, he didn't make any
effort to cover himself and if anything, he started to swell a bit.
“Mommy, daddy’s getting an erection,” I announced, proud to make use of
my expanded vocabulary and show that I had understood what she had taught
me earlier.
“Oh Kelly!” my mom sighed as if she didn't know what to do about me.
Then she looked at my dad and muttered something about controlling
himself. He just shrugged and got in beside me, putting his arm around
me as I snuggled up next to him.
It wasn't long before my mom was in with us. The loud noise of the jets
made it hard to carry on a conversation so we all just relaxed as the hot
water swirled and foamed around us.
As I leaned up against my dad, my thoughts couldn’t get off what I’d seen
him doing early this morning and then how his dick had been growing big
again just a few minutes before. I wondered if that meant he wanted to
masturbate again so in true fashion for an eight year-old, I asked.
“Ummmmm... Mary, I think you need to handle this one,” my dad sighed.
My mom rolled her eyes at his reluctance and made her way over to me so I
could hear her above the din of the pump.
“Now Kelly, I told you that this was something we didn't talk about,
didn't I?”
My shoulders dropped in dejection. “I was just asking,” I mumbled, not
intending her to hear but she must have read my lips as she gave me that
look that told me she wasn’t happy with what I’d said.
After that I kept my mouth shut. My dad tickled me and I giggled and
things went back to normal again, at least so I thought.
My mother, on the other hand, knew better. She knew she had to nip my
growing curiosity in the bud before it got out of hand. Telling me about
my dad’s penis was one thing but if I was going to be around him naked
then she knew she had to address the questions that had undoubtedly
arisen in my mind during the afternoon.
“John, I think we need to deal with this now before it goes any further,”
my mom said to my dad. My dad looked at her but I didn't understand what
she was talking about.
“What exactly are you proposing?” he responded with a smile on his face.
“Not THAT you jerk,” she said, hitting him in the shoulder, “Get your
filthy mind out of the gutter.”
All this banter was going right over my head. I was more interested in
one of my toys that was floating around than whatever things they were
discussing.
“Let me handle this,” she directed my dad, “Sit up on the edge.”
As my dad put his hands behind him and pushed himself up and out of the
water, my mom reached over and tugged my arm for her to come over by her.
My dad adjusted himself to balance on the edge with his feet now planted
on the seat under the water in front of him. He was dripping wet but I
couldn’t help but notice his dick was starting to grow. This time I knew
better than to say anything and I did my best not to even look at him.
“It’s OK Kelly, you can look at him,” my mom encouraged me, seeing how I
was shying away from my dad. Then she turned to my dad and added, “See,
this is just what I was afraid of.”
“So Kelly, I guess you have a lot of questions after our little talk
today, don’t you?”
I shook my head, not wanting her to think I was being bad or anything.
“It’s OK dear, it’s only natural for you to be curious about something
new.”
I leaned in towards her, feeling more shy now. I guess it was a little
like the Adam and Eve story. It was one thing to be naked and not know
any better but once they realized they were nude then it was a whole new
ballgame. So it was with me and my dad. Until this morning his dick was
just his “thing”, no big deal. Now I knew it was a penis and like Eve it
was a whole new ballgame for me and so I tried to hide from it.
“Here, see?” my mom said to me, reaching out and grabbing my dad’s half-
erect dick, “There’s nothing to be afraid of. It doesn’t bite.”
Easy for her to say. I still pulled away so she took her hand off my
dad’s dick, grabbed mine and put it on my dad’s cock.
“It’s OK Kelly, you can touch it. See? There’s nothing bad, it’s just a
penis.”
“I thought you said it was his dick?” I finally spoke, not sure what to
do next.
My dad chuckled and my mom glared at him.
“Yes I did and you can call it that too if you want. Now grab his
penis... I mean his dick... like I did before.”
For the first time in my life I was holding a man’s penis in my hand. It
felt funny and I didn’t know what to do so I just held it. Then I felt
it move and I pulled back quickly.
“It moved mommy!” I exclaimed.
My mom just smiled reassuringly and put my hand back on him. “Yes, they
can move. It just means it liked you touching it.”
Now I was REALLY confused. “It liked it? Is it alive?” Suddenly I felt a
little scared of it.
“Oh no honey, not like that. It’s no different than when you move a
finger when someone touches it.”
With that she put my hand back on my dad’s dick.
“Mom! It’s growing!” I exclaimed yet again but this time I kept my hand
on it. Indeed, I could feel it getting larger in my hand like a balloon
that was slowly filling up.
“Remember what I told you about men getting erections? It means it likes
your hand on it. Men like their dick’s to be touched.”
“So that’s why daddy was touching it like that?” I asked, still a bit
confused by it all.
“That’s right Kelly, now you’re getting it,” my mom complimented me. It
made me feel good, like I was being more grown up. “You can do that too,
remember how he moved his hand on it? You can do the same.”
Until now I had just been holding it with my hand, my fingers wrapped
around the center of his shaft. I knew what she was talking about but I
wasn’t sure what to do.
“Can you show me mom?”
Without saying anything she put her hand in place of mine and started to
stroke my dad’s cock. By now he was pretty much erect. She reached down
to wet her hand in the water and resumed stroking him.
“It’s easier if you keep it wet,” she explained, “Here, you try it now.”
My hand was much smaller than hers and with his dick now fully erect my
fingers barely made it around him. I tried to stroke him but at first I
grabbed him too tight and just yanked on his dick. My dad grunted.
“Slide it through your hand Kelly, don’t grab it so tight,” my dad
instructed me.
I did as he said and soon I had my hand moving up and down the shaft.
“Like this daddy?”
My dad groaned and then in a more husky voice he answered, “Oh yeah, just
like that baby... just like that.”
I looked up at my dad and saw that he was looking down to watch what I
was doing. The expression on his face was different than anything I’d
seen before.
“Jesus Mary,” he moaned to my mom. I was feeling better now, even a
little proud of myself.
I felt my dad’s hand on top of my head and he started to push me down
towards his lap. I looked over to my mom, confused as to what he wanted.
“John!” my mom hissed, “NO!”
“Oh god Mary, c’mon,” he pleaded.
“I said no and don’t you even dare,” she practically growled at him. She
reached out and took his hand off of my head while I continued to rub his
dick with my hand. Parents, you never know what they’re talking about
sometimes.
“Keep going Kelly, you’re doing great,” she said in a more gentle voice
to me.
“That’s right Kelly, you ARE doing great,” my dad added, “Faster... do it
faster.”
My arm was started to get tired now but I didn't want my dad to think I
wasn't grown up enough to do this so I did as he said. His dick felt so
big and hard in my hand, like nothing I’d ever felt before.
“Fuck Mary, I’m ready,” he groaned even louder this time.
I had no idea what that meant but I quickly found out. Suddenly I felt
his dick swell in my hand and then a big burst of white sperm (I now knew
what it was that came out) shot out and landed right on my bare chest. I
even felt a little hit my neck and chin. Then another burst of sperm
emerged, almost as much as the first, hitting me this time on the chest
and belly as I had pulled back instinctively after the first one.
Another and then another shot out, covering my hand and arm.
When he finished my dad just sat there breathing heavy. I wasn't sure
what to do so I just held onto his dick which was already starting to get
smaller.
“Come over here honey,” my mom said, pulling me towards her. She looked
at me and smiled encouragingly. “My, you’re a mess!” she said, laughing
just a bit. “Let’s clean you off.”
My mom washed my dad’s cum off of me. I had it all over me, even more
than I thought. My mom’s fingers gently wiped it off my face and neck.
Then she reached for a towel and wiped me dry.
“So do you feel better now?” she asked me. I wasn't sure what she meant
so when I didn't answer she rephrased herself to say, “I mean, does that
help you understand your dad’s dick better?”
This time I nodded and smiled.
“Well, it’s good not to be afraid of it but I only had you do that so you
would understand it better, OK?”
From the expression on my face she must have understood that I was
confused again. “I mean it was like me showing you my dildo, that was
just to show you, not something for you to do again, understand?”
“You mean not touch him again?” I heard my dad mumble something behind me
but I couldn't understand him. Whatever it was my mom glared at him and
he stopped immediately.
“It’s just part of growing up and becoming a big girl,” she explained.
There are things girls don’t do until they are older, just like sex.
If that was what my mom wanted, then that was good enough for me. If
only it was that easy to convince me about things later in life!
My dad slipped back into the hot tub and it wasn't long before we all got
out and dried off before putting on our clothes and heading back into the
house.
Chapter 5 - Postlude
====================
Not to belabor the point but I think it's important that people
understand that I was really not different at the start of this day than
any other eight year-old girl. I didn't live in an "open" household. I
hate that word anyway as it seems to be a euphemism when people are
trying to make it seem that sex and nudity are a "normal" part of their
life. I wasn’t running around naked, playing with myself, taking baths
with my dad, watching my parents have sex, playing doctor with my
cousins, or any of the other crap that people try to claim that girls do
at this age.
Not much changed afterwards. I took my mom’s words to heart but little
did I know it would be the last time for another six years before I
touched another dick and two more years after that before I felt my dad’s
dick in my hand again.
One thing DID change. Now that I’d seen my father masturbate he no
longer worried about hiding it from me. Not that he deliberately did it
just so that I would see him, just that if he wanted to do it he did it
and it wasn't considered a big deal by any of us. If anything it helped
me in that a few years later when I started to masturbate myself I didn’t
worry about trying to hide it either. I’m sure my dad saw me at times
but if he did there was no mention of it so long as I wasn't being a
distraction by being too loud or something like that.
Maybe just as important, while not much changed when this day was done
and over, a lot COULD have changed. However the way it was handled by my
mom was such that I now knew some things that I didn’t but it was just
that - knowledge, a normal part of growing up and maturing. Most girls
get “The Talk” sooner or later in life and while mine may have come a
little earlier than average and the methods used a bit unusual, I think
it actually was handled quite well by my parents.
That said, knowing what I know today I feel my mother was TOO
conservative. For your typical family, what she did was probably
appropriate in my opinion. However, I’ll be the first to admit my
family situation today is anything but typical and had she not been so
reserved perhaps things would have worked out better in years to follow.
I have to wonder if my parents still would have divorced almost twenty
years later if she had not stopped my father on this day. It was obvious
what he wanted, at least obvious to me today.
Again, for your typical family that would not be appropriate but when
your mother comes from an incestual family and your father was fucking
your aunt and getting oral from her daughter (all of which was not known
by me until I was sixteen and already having sex with my father), what
was the point in delaying the inevitable? Why stop me from helping him
deal with his instincts and needs when it was probably going to happen
sooner or later anyway?
Who knows what the results would have been but I personally think it
might have improved their odds of being better than they turned out.
People ask me if there is anything in my life that I regret doing, at
least sexually. The answer is no. Sure there are a lot of things that
maybe I wouldn’t do if I was able to go back in time but none that I
regret. Even when I was raped, bringing an abrupt end to my brief
escorting career, I didn’t regret what I’d been doing as it taught me a
valuable life lesson.
On the other hand there ARE things I regret NOT doing and not pleasing my
father when the opportunity was first presented is at the top of that
list.
The big question for me is, how will I handle it when MY daughter gets
old enough for “The Talk”?
THE END