" Ten feet Mother? He won't even be on the same piece of canvas!" You where posing on the opposite side of the room the first time I got you to do thi...!" Debbie protested."But I'm not shy like that any more!" Fine!" Debbie relented. "Five feet."That compromise seemed agreeable to everyone, so Debbie was able to start sketching. However, after a grand total of about ten minutes posing and half an hour of breaks, Debbie announced. "We need to do something else. We're going to have to make this. My dad groans as he feels my pussy walls clamp down tightly around him. "Well that was quick. I expected you to put up more of a fight than that. Oh well."Shock overcomes me, I can't help but say, "W-w-what? How did you do that?"My mom laughs and whispers in my ear, "You father knows the female body better than anyone alive. You never stood a chance in the first place, and should prepare yourself on getting knocked up."Sweat trickles down my face, as I certainly didn't expect this and. I just smile as I am relieved that he is not judgemental as some folks are.I go back into the living room and mom says we should watch a movie. I am fine with that. So we choose our movie, mom and Steve sit on the couch, mom laying down, putting her head in his lap. I curl up in the chair and we proceed to watch the movie.As we watch, I can feel Steve glance over at me every so often. I don't think anything of it. I just assume he is curious about me. At one point when he looks over at me, I. And yet, it’s those full-colour blockbuster memories that I’m sure are the ones most affected by time. Those are the ones that time has rewritten making them seem more wonderful (or much worse) than they actually were.Take my relationship with Claire. The time leading up to it and the relationship itself are some of my most vivid of teenage memories, but ask my schoolmates and they’ll probably give you a different version of events. Some might tell you that I wasn’t nearly as awkward and geeky.