” “I, er, well...” he began, blushing. “But in all the stories,” she cut him off, “the prince completes a quest before he gets the girl,...correct? He kills the dragon, ogre, tax-collector, whatever it might be, and somehow this insipid act of violence melts the heart - or other aforementioned organs - of the hapless princess. I don’t see any dragons around here, do you?” “Well, no...” “Quite,” she said. “And to be honest I’m really not the sort of girl who fancies being romantically whisked. I continued to rub the oil on the outside lips of his button, and he was moaning softly&hellip,so I started to enter the cave with one finger, and he responded with flexing his sphincter muscle again, which reach out, and grabbed my finger, pulling it deeper into the cavern&hellip,he did this twice pulling my entire finger into his hole. I was now deep inside the boy cave, feeling the actual raw organs of Bennys insides&hellip,.he was moving and moaning, trying to get my finger deeper inside,. . ?” she began, averting her eyes with shyness. I gave her time to put it together in her mind. “I want to try it again.”“Why?” I asked. “Did you like it?”She bit her lower lip and nodded.“What did you like about it?”“Um...” She blushed and looked down. “Are you trying to embarrass me, Daddy?There’s nothing wrong with liking it, is there?”“No, honey,” I said earnestly, my conscience screaming at me, ‘Liar!’ “But if I know what you like, then I can make sure and do those things.”That seemed to. I felt good speaking openly to him. He told me it’s better he leaves and bid goodbye. Meanwhile, I was worried again and asked my mom that she takes me to a doc to discuss my situation. She called her friend who was a gynecologist and took an appointment for the Sunday.So it is Sunday and mother and I got ready and went to doc’s clinic nearby. I was in shirt and skirt and mom wore a saree.We waited for our turn and went inside to meet the doctor. She welcomed us and spoke to mom asking about.