My earliest memory of a sexual experience of any kind is when I was six years old and my grandfather would put his cock in my mouth. My parents used to have me sleep over at my mother's parents at least one of the nights of every weekend. I guess one way for them to keep their marriage working was to spend time together without me and since my mother's parents lived in the same town they would drop me off on a Friday or Saturday afternoon and I would sleep over until they picked me up the following morning. And for as long as I can remember the scenario was always the same. At night, after dinner, my grandmother would always tell me it was time to take a bath. I always enjoyed taking baths at their house because they had a nice guest bathroom with a nice tub and pretty towels and all of the things that my grandmother liked to have around for anybody who visited. Different shampoos and soaps, bubble bath, sponges, soft washcloths. The kind of thing any woman from that time period would want to have to make the house nice.

Of course this was the sixties. My grandfather worked at his job and my grandmother stayed home as a housewife. That is how my parents were also. My mother spent her days at home with me while my father was at his job. That is probably why she enjoyed the weekly night off without having to take care me.

After my bath I would put on my pajamas or nightgown and sit on the sofa with my grandmother and grandfather and watch television. It was the usual comedy or variety show from that time and eventually my grandmother would say it was time to go to bed. Of course I would always ask to stay up a little later and she would always say to my grandfather, "ok, Patrice can stay up a little longer with you and watch TV. I'm going to bed." And she would go upstairs to their bedroom and I would get to stay up and watch more TV with my grandfather. ......(cont)