As a young girl I awoke most mornings to the sweet musky odor of my Dad's dick and started my day flicking my tongue over the sperm hole before sucking the head.

If you have read my other entries, you know I'm on here at my therapist's suggestion to uncover my inner feelings about my early sexual adventures with my adoptive parents.  Well, nearly a year later, about all Gail and I have discovered is that we are serious sexual addicts. Ha!

I'll answer a few of your questions.

Someone asked if I went to school or was home schooled.  I did go to outside school most of the time, so my early morning sexuality was normally a quick suck of Dad's dick as I woke up in the morning.  (Still my favorite way to start he day!)

At 12 years old, and forever actually, Dad's big dick was a two hander for me.  Most of the time I just sucked and swallowed.  They taught me early on to relax my mouth and throat and how to breathe between strokes.  Even though most nights left all my holes well fucked I always looked forward to my early morning face fuckings.  Yummm. a good memory!

Did I have other sexual partners growing up?  No I didn't.  I came to my new home midway between eleven and twelve years old, with zero thoughts of sex in my head.  Until nearly eighteen I never considered sex with anyone else.  Some of it was probably my sheltered school environment and some the enjoyment of having a "secret life" that my girlfriends knew nothing about.  Mostly it was just that I had so much sex with Mum and Dad that I couldn't imagine anything more.

I was physically slow growing up.  My weight stayed in the eighties or low nineties until I was sixteen.  Small breasts, narrow hips and sparse blond pussy hair.  Dad would say I was his doll.  Mum and I would say "yeah, his sex doll" and we would all laugh!  Of course, I normally had his dick between my hips, in my mouth or at least playing with it, whatever we were doing, so you can see why we said that.

More later....