I've been away since shortly after my mother died, and I really need to go home. When the time comes, I'll either fly with you to Sweden or be there w...hen you arrive. I honestly don't know yet."The only important thing is that Jennifer gets the care she needs, and you two are not stressed while ensuring that she has what she needs. PLEASE, promise me that you will tell me if you think of anything you or she needs? Please? I haven't asked for anything, but I am asking, now. Promise me you will. I got dressed and left.I went home and mom was up. She looked at me and asked. "Is everything al right John?" I'm not sure mom." Want to talk?" "Yeah, if you don't mind."We went into her sewing room, mom's office."So what is the problem John?" What do you think is my problem mom?" Girls, right?"I smiled ear to ear. "Good guess, mom." John, remember I was a girl once. Your generation matures a lot faster then mine did. And we grew up under different rules. Can you be a bit more specific?" Yeah.. Robbie's lips were soft and full, and slightly moist in the very centre. Kissing him was an absolute pleasure.This much would be what I would tell my children. But what I'm going to tell you is much too explicit for their non-existent little ears.I'm going to tell you about everything that Robbie and I did, from early exploration to popping my cherry, and everything in between. *PART 1: More Trouble than the Early ExplorersRobbie and I were together from that day on.In the first few weeks,. When he would put his arm around her on the way into the restaurant, she would make sure he pushed her short skirt up and felt her bare ass. When inside, she often would purposely drop a spoon or something so when he bent over to pick it up, she would pull her skirt, spread her legs and let him see her perfect shaved pussy under the table. After a while, it started to get to him, and he started getting more aggressive with her. He started squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples harder.