Then he stepped in front of me and pushed my back to the vertical beamI stepped out of the entrance foyer and...oh wow what a view. A big openfloorpla...n with living room against the far wall of windows just lookinginto the forest....from kinda high up...and a fireplace and big sofaagainst the opposite wall...oh Daddy.....get the bottle out! I toldmyself, no worries this weekend, we're just having fun like the hotel,but for longer, kinky as fuck and whatever....and ohh I feel so good inthese. Put simply, if Icouldn't desire myself, then the idea of allowing a guy into my mostintimate of places just wasn't on the cards. And whilst I wasincreasingly able to focus in on the more feminine aspects of my face,a flat chested bloke with a small dick was, in my book, anything otherthan desirable.And not only did I want to find myself desirable, any man who wanted tostand a chance of getting inside my knickers had to find me desirabletoo. He had to want the whole me, not just the orifice in. I could feel my body opening up so that it couldpush something the size of a watermelon through a hole the size of anorange."You're almost there, Lizzie," my husband reassured me as I continued topush."The head is out. Next contraction I need just one more push to get theshoulders out and then you'll be done," my obstetrician said.Two minutes later I felt another contraction start to wrack my body. Isucked in a deep breath and then held. With all the strength I couldmuster I started to push.. That’s why Mom had smiled at us. **** I’ll need to jump ahead here for a bit. We had a baby boy and named him William. Vicky and I called him Billy from the start. In the next three years we had two more kids. Our daughter we named Sasha. Vicky said she always liked that name. We named our other son Charles and nicknamed him Chad. After Chad was born I had a vasectomy. Vicky and I decided we had enough children. I asked Vicky from the beginning if she wanted a nanny to help with the kids. She.