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As I mentioned in my previous posts on the subject of sexual education it all needs a safe environment and nowhere else but in the safe and warm surroundings of home can be given a more intimate initiation by people the young ones know, trust and love. As a professional photographer, specialized in nude photography of men, women, couples and groups and, eventually, working for a porn agency, I was able to talk about the subject with quite a lot of people from the most various backgrounds. Many years ago, when I was still in my twenties, a woman in her 70's who called me in to take pictures of her for her new friend, told me her story. She said that allthough the whole world would blame him, her father had always be nice and very courtious to her and with knowledge of het mother, had been treating her as a lover since as long as she could remember. 'He was soft, I loved his smell, the touch of his hands on my body, his kisses,' she whispered. 'Mam was always there, not to be in control, she trusted him completely and loved to watch how he caressed me. As soon as I was 12, they allowed me to see them make love and I longed for the day they let me take part in their beautiful game. My father was a honorable man though, my parents believed strongly that I had to wait until I was 16. I'll never forget that birthday, dressed as a little bride. My mother and I had been looking for the right underwear, a nice white dress, discrete jewelry. And even when I started to go out and having boyfriends, and even after my marriage and long after my own children were grown ups, I kept up the sexual relation with my father, still with my mother on our sides to support us. They're gone now and since then I use my experience to initiate my sister's grandchildren, which is a wonderful sensation. And you know, they're stll coming over for some intimate love making, one of them even with his expecting wife. I know this may be exceptional, but you hear me: maybe, maybe... I wonder how many women may have the same experience.' After this monologue, I made some of the finest pictures ever. That woman was so beautiful, so mild. When I handed her the photographs, I proposed her to make love to me rather than pay me. She smiled and said she' love to. And boy, how good she was. I thank both her parents to have her educated to spread love whenever and wherever she could.
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