We Never Know
No Slack
Back when my oldest daughter was 23 she moved back home with the her mom and I for a bit. The Mrs was gone one week for some training and one evening my daughter called me into the kitchen seeking my opinion of something.
Well when I got in there she dropped her shorts, bent over in front of me and proceeded to show me her HooHa from behind and asked me what a bump was.
I was like "what they hell are you doing? Pull your shorts up!" She was like "dad you said I can talk to you about anything"
I said "yes you are right. I settled down and looked at what looked like a pimple that turned out to nothing but a little vaginal boil that was gone within a few days.
Needless to say that made me as uncomfortable as I had ever been in my life.
I was told by several that it showed her trust in me as her dad.
Dads how would you have felt?
Well when I got in there she dropped her shorts, bent over in front of me and proceeded to show me her HooHa from behind and asked me what a bump was.
I was like "what they hell are you doing? Pull your shorts up!" She was like "dad you said I can talk to you about anything"
I said "yes you are right. I settled down and looked at what looked like a pimple that turned out to nothing but a little vaginal boil that was gone within a few days.
Needless to say that made me as uncomfortable as I had ever been in my life.
I was told by several that it showed her trust in me as her dad.
Dads how would you have felt?
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