Now don't think my Dad is some kind of a saint, or a goody-goody, or even a prude. No way. But he does have all these views on life, and he makes no secret of them. I guess he's trying to bring me up with the right "philosophy," or whatever.

For instance, he's got nothing against lezzies - I mean, lesbians. In fact, his porn video collection is full of girl-girl scenes. Heck, I got half my pussy-licking techniques from secretly "borrowing" his DVDs. Not to mention the fact that I used a couple of those videos to help me convince Veronica, my stepsister, that it was ok for her to let me eat her out that first time. Ever since, including this very session, which started like ten minutes ago, it hasn't taken any extra convincing, let me tell you! You see, I'm pretty good at eating pussy, especially when it's Veronica's creamy, thirteen-year-old honeypot! The flavor of it on my tongue right now is awesome!

No, my Dad doesn't have anything against lesbianism, per se. In fact, he used to embarrass me, back when it was just me and him, every time we'd watch an HBO movie with two hot chicks in it. He'd say things like, "I'd really like to see those two go at it." Then he'd always repeat his opinion that "just about all women are actually bisexual." I was like ten years old when I started hearing stuff like that from him! I *still* can't watch "Charmed" reruns without thinking about how much my Dad would have liked to see Phoebe and Paige "get down and dirty."

I thought he was just crazy, until two years ago, when I was thirteen, and Ms. Elmer, the single mom I used to babysit for, seduced me. Not knowing when she started how good it would turn out to be, I might have resisted. But first, her kiss felt so nice, so soft. And then, when she pushed up my shirt and my training bra, I was so relieved she didn't tease me for having such tiny breasts (at the time), but instead, just started kissing and adoring them, that I didn't try to stop her. Not to mention, it felt really good!

But when she started sliding her hand up my thigh, under my skirt, and I knew she was about to touch my innocent (again, "at the time") pussy with her fingertips, right through my white cotton panties, I almost freaked out and stopped her. I wasn't a lesbian! But then I remembered my Dad, saying SOOO many times, that all women were naturally a little bit bisexual, and so I figured it was okay to let her at least TOUCH my panties. According to my Dad's philosophy, that would just make me a "normal" woman, not a lesbo. ......(cont)