"We'll, she lets me do pretty much anything that feels good to my bottom, including putting bigger things up there than just thermometers. But she st...ll doesn't want me to use any toys in my vagina, because she wants me to save my virginity until I'm a little older. She told me about my hymen, and I don't think she wants me to feel the pain of breaking it. I don't really mind much, I can still have fingers and mouths down there, and it's not like I have a boyfriend or anything," she. She said she was going to lay down with dad and for me to wake her in a couple of hours. "No problem, mom" I said as she walked back in the house.My last trip in the garage, Uncle Steve was waiting for me with his pants around his ankles. He pressed the garage door button for it to shut. I put my tools away, then walked over to where he was sitting. His dick was standing on end. I bent over to kiss him, then squatted down to touch him. I stroked his length, licked his head, massaged his. Give me a minute dear Diary. Reshma is crying. She is my younger daughter by the by. What? Do you want to know what’s happening with her? Ok then, I’ll try to type it down as true as possible.Myself: What the fuck Reshma? Keep it down. You’ll wake the neighbors up. Sssh.Nihitha: Dad is being rough on her mom (Nihitha, my second baby).Reshma: *crying and moaning* Mmmm Aaaah Daaaad please slow down.Myself: Prakash you are hurting her damn it. Watch out.Reshma: *now just moaning* Yesssss mmmm. Then we kissed once and she got up to get dressed. She gathered up some her shampoo and other stuff in the bathroom. Then about 20 minutes later we were about done. “Well, let's make sure we're not forgetting anything,” Judy said. “You got all your thongs?” I asked. “Gil, I'm pregnant. I don't wear thongs when I'm pregnant. Dummy,” Judy replied. “OK got it. You got your curling iron and everything else from the bathroom?” I asked. “Yes, I'm pretty sure now, smart ass,” Judy replied. “You know.