Mum and her two daughters loved daddy
I'm looking back on our dysfunctional c***dhood, or am I, I mean dysfunctional?At the time it was exciting, even with our father, new awakenings and feelings, and after a couple of times, it felt just like another chore to be done, only more pleasurable.Our parents were loving and caring, we never wanted for anything, and we were consulted, treated like adults, and if we did not understand, it was explained, especially sex and everything relating to sex, our parents felt we needed to be...