The worst part was that about a month ago I overhead Pam talking to Allison one night when they thought I was outside in the garage putting away some boxes. The two of them were sitting at the dining room table speaking very softly. I had walked around the house to put some stuff in the trash cans and come in the back door into the kitchen instead of through the garage door that they could see from the dining room. I paused in the kitchen when I heard the soft voices. Moving close to the door into the dining room I could clearly hear their discussion. Pam was telling Allison that now that she had such a "womanly body" that the boys were going to give her a bad time and that she would just have to deal with it by making sure that none of them got their hands on her. She would just have to be real sure that she never got in a place where she was alone with any of them since they would just want to grab her breasts and put their hands up her skirt. She went on to say that there was time enough for that sort of unpleasantness when you had to do it after you got married.

"But Mom," I heard Allison say, "I like it when the boys look at me now, it makes me feel special."

"There's nothing wrong with letting them look Allison - you can't stop that anyway, and a little flash of leg can get you lots of dates - but never let them touch you, just looking - no touching. As long as they are only looking you have control, if you let them touch you then they get what they want and they'll drop you as soon as their dicks get soft again."

Allison was silent for a few minutes then she reluctantly agreed that her mother was probably right. Pam went on in this vein for awhile then she dropped the bomb shell.

"One other thing you have to be aware of, your father."

I really perked up my ears at that.

"You've probably noticed him looking at you and rubbing against you when he hugs you. He is just like the other males, a young girl like you starts walking around in some skimpy outfit and he just goes into heat and loses control."

"I have noticed Daddy staring at me sometimes, like when I come out of the bathroom in a towel or when I am ready to go to bed. It does make me feel a little strange, I mean like it's sort of creepy to think that your Father is undressing you with his eyes like the boys in school, but I know he loves me."

"Well, they're all the same, love has nothing to do with it. Men are all gonads and no brains when it comes to young puss... I mean girls. They are so helpless around a little cleavage, its just pathetic." They both started to giggle at that point.......(cont)