After my wife and I were married, we had a little girl. We named her Sandra, and she was a joy to us. Sandra and her mother were so much alike. My wife emphasized the similarity and went everywhere with our daughter dressed in matching outfits. We both spoiled Sandra, but neither one cared.
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My mother on the other hand tried to act like i had no idea what sex even was. And i was angry that i wasnt allowed to be part of it. Mum screamed me over and kissed me on the lips before proclaiming that i was a fresh 16 year old girl and i was at the age of consent. I looked to mum for reassurance but she kissed me on the lips again and offered me her woodstock can to wash it down with. Myra asked if the pill was kicking in and asked me if i felt horny. Myra moved to sit next to me and caressed my neck, we made eye contact.
It was so loud she was standing beside her bed before she realized she had gotten up. The first thing she thought of was that she was much too old to be afraid of lightning and thunder. The second was that the room was cold.