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Caught...

This is worse than what I’ve been posting, so be aware it is very dirty. I’m sorry if it offends anyone. I didn’t plan on posting right after yesterday. I debated posting this. And I can’t believe it happened now, today. I’m extremely nervous this will be what my husband finds out about and you’ll understand why. I have a massive headache thinking about it. My husband is coming home in a couple of hours and the kids are in their rooms and I’m freaking out.

My daughter caught my son and I having sex in the kitchen just now (a few hours ago). She now knows our secret. I guess I knew it could happen but why all of a sudden today just blows me away. Now my daughter is involved.

It’s warm enough that we’ve been using the pool and I bought a couple of cheeky bikinis this year to tease my son and husband (well my husband doesn’t know I’m teasing my son, but anyhow). Since we were together when I bought them I let my daughter buy some cheeky bikinis, too. My husband is a little upset with me but she’s still allowed to wear them. She wears them pulled up higher than I do, so you do see a lot of butt, but it’s just around home so I argued in her favor. It upsets my husband a little that to put them on she basically has to pull them up then spread her cheeks to get them in her crack.

Just so you know before I go farther, if you are squeamish about family doing these things, don’t read on…

The kids got home before 3 oclock and decided to hit the pool so I did too. I saw my son checking both of us out in the pool. His sister’s bikini was pulled up very high in her butt making it hard not to notice. So I pulled mine up more too. When we played around in the pool he made sure to grab me by the bare butt a few times and feel between my legs. At one point I went into the house and my son soon followed. I was at the kitchen sink getting a drink when he came up behind me and started rubbing my rear and pushing his hand between my cheeks. I sternly said, “Not here!” but in a few minutes he had my bikini bottoms and his trunks down and he was fucking me from behind at the sink. I said we needed to keep an eye on the pool but apparently at some point neither of us did.

My daughter walked in to find us fucking. She shrieked, “Oh my God! Mom? What are you doing?” We stammered to find an answer but my daughter replied, “I know what you are doing. Why are you doing it together?” She was half whining half shouting. We pulled on our swimsuits and I started explaining. I lied and said “It has only happened a few times.” I said it was confusing and she replied, “You think so?”

She shouted, “He’s your son!” Then my daughter asked, “Does Dad know?” I went quiet. She kept screaming at us and asked her brother if he wanted to ruin my marriage. As she was screaming at me more, and without saying anything, my son went to his sister and slapped her hard on her butt. She screamed, “Oww!” He said, “Just shut up a minute.” and he pulled her hand to his crotch through his shorts. She freaked and shouted at him, “WHAT AREYOU DOING?” He held her hand firmer and helped her stroke it a couple times, telling her to calm down. She stopped almost motionless as he guided her to pump his growing erection. After a while, maybe a minute or so, he calmly asked, “Please turn around?” and brought her to the counter next to the sink. She was quiet now, he said, “Just try it.” and I said softly to him, “Are you sure?” but just stood there next to them stunned. My daughter stood quietly, a little stunned too. In front of me my son asked my daughter, “Do you want to?” She paused then nodded and said, “Yes.” I was still shocked. As my son dropped his trunks I reached over and put a hand on my daughter’s and said, “You don’t have to.” She grabbed my hand to hold it firmly resting on the counter and said, “It’s okay Mom I want to.”

We both left my son take control. I guess right then I felt like a hypocrite to try to stop it. I mean, here I am fucking her brother whenever I have the chance. I just stood and held her hand.

My son pushed her over slightly so she leaned on the counter as I had been a few minutes earlier. He very gently pulled her bikini bottoms out of her butt and down to her calves. He wet the tip of his erection with his spit, and moved behind her as she looked over her shoulder. He pressed her legs apart and she spread her knees until her bikini bottoms were stretched between her calves. My son asked, “Okay?” and my daughter replied, “Yes, I’m ready.” With that he held her hip and began penetrating her as she softly moaned. I was mesmerized watching them slowly fuck in front of me. He was so gentle and it was slow motion, he didn’t go fast at all. She didn’t last long before she tightened her grip on my hand and squealed quietly and orgasmed while my son stood still for a minute. My son pumped slowly into her for several more times, a couple of minutes, then pulled out as he got ready to come. Before I even thought of what he would do, he took his hands from her hips and spread her ass cheeks gently and pushed the tip of his erection into her asshole so his tip went in and he came in her ass. She didn’t flinch at all but her head shot up like she was looking out of the window. I saw he was lubed from fucking her but he didn’t try to penetrate more than that little bit. She shivered and held my hand tight as he came but held still otherwise. When he finished and pulled out, some semen ran out her butt.

My son stood back. My daughter looked over her shoulder at him and his penis and quietly said “Wow.” I realized I was relieved he pulled out. My son quickly got paper towels then reached behind my daughter to carefully wipe most of his sperm from her butt. He pulled up his trunks then he got down on his knees and started kissing her bare butt saying, “I’m sorry I spanked you.” Then he licked her between her cheeks, spreading them apart. I watched him lick her hole for what felt like minutes but was probably seconds. She stared out the kitchen window but didn’t clench or tighten up. I spoke as a parent for the first time, “None of this gets talked about with anyone. If you get mad with each other, you still can NEVER tell anyone about this. Your Dad can’t find out.” My daughter nodded in agreement. I said, “When we’re talking about games or school or grades or friends, we just talk like we always have. We don’t mention this outside the three of us when we are alone, without Dad.” My son finished licking her ass and stood up and my daughter let go of my hand. She could finally pull up her bikini and she pulled it high into her ass crack again, adjusting it back to normal, staring out the window the whole time. Finally my daughter turned to me then said, “I won’t tell anyone, I promise. I don’t want Dad to know about this.” I asked, “Are you okay?” and she replied, “Mom, I’m fine. Like, just a little wierded out right now, okay?” My son looked at my daughter and said, “Thank you.” then turned and went back out to the pool and after a few seconds my daughter quietly followed.

We went back to the pool for half an hour and acted like nothing had happened. We were just quiet. Even now, I’m not certain but that may have been my daughter’s first sexual experience, though she does date fairly regularly. I only hope that this wasn’t her first time. I wish I had not been there to see it. I’m so ..(continue confession)

I should be ashamed; bit I'm not. I'll bet many women have felt the same way I felt.

There were four of us. We had arranged a champagne breakfast and girls get-together, just for fun, at the house of our friend; Vera. I bought my son DJ with me, to do the driving duties on the way home. At seventeen he's only a learner-driver so can only drive if accompanied; it doesn't matter if the passengers are three ladies aged between 40 and 48, all slightly worse for the effects of alcohol, as long as there's another licensed driver in the car.

We were having a great time, the four of us, we had croissants and champagne then, as arranged, we climbed in Vera's hot-tub together for lots more laughs and wines. DJ had been left to his own devices while we enjoyed our little session, preferring to take a dip in the pool outside.

Vera got out of the tub to fetch, yet another, bottle of wine and returned holding the bottle, giggling, and announced "Mary-Anne. I believe DJ has an erection". She made it sound so funny I nearly spat my mouthful of wine out. "Come and see, girls, come and see". I thought omg; that's my son, don't make fun of him, not sure if Vera was playing some sort of practical joke or not as we stepped from the hot tub, grabbed towels and went to take a look. We went into the lounge where, from a corner window, we could see DJ laying on a bench-chair by the pool and yes; it did appear as if his penis was erect as he lay there in his swimming trunks.

Vera walked to the patio door, dropping her towel as she went, while we stood watching from the window with no clue what she was up to, just hoping she didn't intend to embarrass him, she was well drunk by this stage. Well; she just walked right up to the bench where DJ was sunbathing and straddled it, seating herself, legs apart on him. A startled DJ arched up towards her, Vera was saying something to him we couldn't hear when she started rocking her hips gently, rhythmically grinding herself on him. My son was receiving a lap-dance from a close friend-a woman of fifty! albeit a fifty-year-old in very good condition; she is petite and has boobs to die for. Vera continued rocking her pelvis against my boy as she reached behind her back for the zip on her swimsuit, pulled it down and then slipped the shoulder straps off, slipping the suit down to reveal her breasts to my son. I was shocked, but admit I had always wanted to see her boobs and they were beautiful. She has olive skin with tan nipples, they looked great as she cupped them towards DJ, laughing. Finally she stood up from the bench, she hadn't embarrassed my young man, just shared some adult fun, but then in just two moves she shed the suit completely; she was stark-naked.

I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy, a perfectly trimmed triangle, just as I'd imagined. I was aghast, we all were, as Vera lowered DJ's trunks to his thighs, took his penis in her hand and lowered herself onto it. Within seconds she was rocking again, only this time she was fucking my son, fucking him! She put her hands on his shoulders and the rocking sped up, I had no clue what to do, but as she raised her hips and began thrusting herself down over the full length, again and again, I admit I became hugely aroused--desire clouded out all other thoughts. I hadn't seen my son's penis since he was twelve and I couldn't take my eyes off as Vera slipped herself over it, gyrating her fifty-year-old hips over my teenage son's hardness, milking it, until DJ arched his pelvis suddenly and strongly several times, obviously releasing inside her. He seemed to cum a long time before relaxing, Vera was speaking to him again and smiled before she raised herself slowly up off him. The sight of his penis, as it slipped slowly from her, was hugely arousing and will live we me forever. Vera pulled his shorts up, patted his penis, smiled at him and walked inside; still naked.

A most peculiar feeling came over me, we were all silent, I had sat down on the arm-less chair and had my hand over my mouth as Vera re-entered the house, I loved the way her breasts moved as she walked. She was beaming, grabbed the wine and said "Come on girls, back in the tub". She approached me and stopped, saying it's ok, he wasn't a virgin, but as she stood naked in front of me I reached out and touched her pussy, ran a finger over her vagina and the delicate smear of semen on the surrounding pubic hair. I wanted to grab her, wrestle her to the ground and push my fingers high into her. I wanted to kiss and lick her c**t softly and to taste the mixture of him and her, but, more than that, I wished my son had cum in me instead of her.

Two Women, Two Faces, Two Pussies, One Entity

I'm in this triangle. One man and two women. We both work at the same company, different departments. I met her through him. He took advantage of working with me to get me into bed with him. (Polite words for him fucking me because I worked for him). He wasn't always available, he had work and other commitments, it pissed me off. I didn't find out he was with another woman until one day he told me how mad he was with her. It turned out the other woman was on floor above me, and she was his plaything. We could not be more different women.

What your brain tells you is different that what your brain does. When he takes me, another polite word for grabbing me for sex, my brain tells me to get away from him, but my body doesn't respond that way. He has literally had sex with me leaning me over the railing in the stairwell. I learned that kind of sex is not comfortable, it's scary looking down twelve floors, and what you want isn't just his dick in your pussy. I want sex totally smothered by him on top of me, my naked breasts against his naked chest. And yes, I want him talking to me and telling me I'm good pussy and how he likes my tits and how he likes fucking me.

She is a baby doll type. Always really pretty, small, handholding and little kisses. YUK, but he likes her. After I had no choice about meeting her he started putting us together. Setting us up for a double girl date. Me on his left and she on his right. Dinner, dancing, and then he took both us to her apartment and said he wanted us both to sleep with him (another nice expression for fucking us). Once you are fucked in front of another woman, and you are right beside another woman being fucked, you can't fake it, you are now one entity. Two women, two faces, two pussies, but one entity.

You know things have gone too far when you are watching him have sex with her and you want her to orgasm, you want her to orgasm so bad you are willing to suck her pussy if you have to. You know things have gone too far when you hug her too you, all naked and sweaty and you kiss her and hold her face between your boobs. You know things have too far when you want her to lay beside you while he is fucking you and you sneak her hand between him and you so she can pinch your clit and kick off your orgasm. It's no longer about sex with him, unless she is there with you.

I'm not jealous of her being with him, I'm jealous when she isn't with me. I want her to know that she is good pussy, that I love her tits, I love fucking with her.

My Wife, After Six Years, Let Me Know She's In Love With Maria

My wife is Colombian, a natural beauty. We met thru friends while she was in college, whether an accident or an intentional oops is not worth making an issue of, but it caused us to get married. Affectionate, spoils me, very attractive after two babies.

I work with an import export business based in the Miami area. We hired Maria, granddaughter of Cuban immigrants from the sixties. American, until she's with family. My wife met her and immediately became enthralled with her. She pushed me to get involved with her, she wanted me to have the full girlfriend experience with her.

Maria, affectionate like Latina girls are, wanted a relationship with me. Papi is what she called me. My wife asked me one night, if I saw her as a Mommy. 'Let her get pregnant', she told me, she had talked to her and she was open to having a baby with me. I got very serious, why would she agree to that? Because, my wife told me, that way they would be forever attached thru their children.

It was then, in the quiet of the night in my bedroom, that I understood that there was a lot more between them. I faced my wife, she said she loved me, but Maria made her feel alive, Maria was in love with her, and she was in love with Maria.

It was that night that my wife confessed she got pregnant, in order to stay here. She assured me again that she loved me. But she needed a girlfriend, and Maria was that girlfriend. And did I think she would be a good Mommy, they wanted a baby between them.

Got Multiple Bjs From Girl I Tutor

I’m in college and been dating my girlfriend for 2 years now. We have a great relationship and lots of sex like 4 times a week usually.

I never even dreamed of cheating on her but it just happened and I didn’t stop it. I’m a biology major and started tutoring one of the girls in my class who has been struggling with some of the subject matter. She asked me to help her since she saw my test scores and I said sure.

She wasn’t super attractive or anything just average. My gf is def more attractive. Anyway I did get some flirty vibes from her but I tutored her for like 5 months and everything was fine until last May right before we were going to go home for the summer. My gf was working and this girl wanted me to come over to thank me for all my help during the year. I went over and she had made me some cookies. I guess she likes to bake haha and I thanked her. She then told me her roommates were all out and she wanted to give me one more thing. I looked at her quizzically and she got close to me and started to rub my crotch. We were in the main living area in the kitchen and I asked her what she was doing and that I of course have a girlfriend.

She said a blowjob isn’t cheating which of course is bullshit but yeah I didn’t stop her. She got on her knees and pulled down my shorts and proceeded to give me the best blowjob of my life. I’m a pretty good looking guy and she isn’t the type of girl I’d go for but none of the more attractive girls I have been with have ever given me head like this girl. She even swallowed it all and seemed to enjoy doing that too.

Our move out day I went over to say bye and she gave me head again. I also met up with her 4 times over the summer. We had lunch each time and then at the end she would suck my dick in the car before I left. She hasn’t asked to fuck or for me to return the favor. My girlfriend would def break up with me but the head is too good for me to stop with her

Went To Work For Best Friends Father

My best friend and I were at each others houses constantly. I grew up as a second daughter to Jim. I majored in French lit in college. I know, what the hell was I thinking. Jim had an office in Paris. He gave me a job at a video production and communications agency. This was a year ago and moving to Paris during the winter wasn't much of a chore as Jim secured me help and I made friends at the company. I guess Jim talking to everyone made them respond so well. I didn't have a place to live, but took over the second bedroom in the corporate apartment. Jim came in and stayed there in his bedroom whenever he was in town.

We started going out, little by little, he brought me to big social do's and I was accepted because of him. Eventually I guess I started acting like a wife in the apartment. I voluntarily started doing his laundry and mine. I did the cooking in the evenings, we went out together to the symphony,theater, opera, restaurants and various social functions. When clients were in the city and we threw parties, I was his hostess. Don't get me wrong I loved every minute of it, the problem was that I was really starting to fall in love with him and wanted to fuck. He never made any advance at all. One summer day, Monique came over from the office. We all went to the pool and she took off her top as people from the continent do, so I followed. That night after dinner, she stayed in his bedroom.

Finally having enough, I asked him why her and not me. I was doing all the wifely functions and he never looked twice at me, never once made a sexual advance at me. He said he always wanted to even before I hit puberty he knew how beautiful and sexy I was going to be. I didn't give a shit that he had maybe just fucked monique, I stook up and stripped. Grabbed his hand and took him back into his bedroom. Taking off his clothes indeed when my mouth when to his cock her smell was on him. I didn't care. I told him that if we proceed, I was going to be THE ONE with him, and no more monique. He agreed, saying that she was only an occasional diversion whenever her husband was out of town.

I'm now the "common law" wife of my best friends father. She came over a few weeks ago and I wouldn't change my bedroom or anything. When we all went to Nice for a week, her father and I shared a suite. After, I agreed and tried my first bi experience in a threeway with Jim, me and monique.

I love being in France and love being the "wife".

Becoming His Woman

There should be a song about lonely girls. Believe me they are everywhere. During the shutdowns I only had my neighbors to talk to, an older couple of 30 years. I had talks with the wife, the husband barked orders at us. One day she and I were talking about intimacies and that I had never found a man. She told me she became intimate at 14 with an older cousin, by the time she was old enough to date she was experienced. And that also meant she didn't let guys get in her pants, not unless she had sucked their dick to measure them up (ha, ha). But seriously, you have to have a man you suck, let him know your the woman he fucks.

She met her husband in college as a freshman and he fucked her the first time out. She feigned a pregnancy and he fell for it, and a miscarriage. Poor little girl, look what he did to her. She sucked his cock from the beginning. Suck, let him know he was the boss. She spent her college years as his steady and she stayed loyal even when he was fucking other girls.

A man's got to know you're his woman, not the other way around. You're his safety net, if he doesn't find someone to pickup he comes to you, you suck him and let him know he's home with you and you let him fuck all he wants. After a while he quits running around, he comes home to a sure fuck, a cocksucking and breakfast in the morning. It works.

She liked knowing that he got laid outside the house, when he came home he fucked her with vengeance. You know, fucked his woman. The other lay was jacking off. I listened and thought to myself how is it that I'm 32 and never been laid, never sucked a cock, never had my breast felt up. She said I gave the wrong vibe, I was all about stay away from me, instead of saying my pussy needs attention. Men don't want to deal with a hard to get type, not when there is easy pussy all around. That was for high school. Now you suck cock, spread wide and fix breakfast in the morning.

She put me on my knees and called out his cock and told me to worship his cock first, think 'this is the cock I suck'. His cock was nothing special, I mean it just hung there, and his balls. I looked up and he grabbed me by the hair and she told me to take his cock and show him I was worthy of sucking his cock. Look in his eyes while you suck his cock. It was hard keeping my eyes open, looking up at him like that, his cock got big and he grabbed me by the hair and fucked my face while she watched.

Now get up and bend over and give him your ass and pussy and let him choose, it belongs to him, anyway he wants. You're the pussy, remember that and let him fuck. She told him to start with my pussy and end up with my ass, I needed to know he owned my ass. The pussy part was easy, except for the way I was bent over, the ass part wasn't, it hurt or maybe it was just that I pulled away and he had to pull me back by my hair (lesson here is don't have long hair), but whether it hurt or not he got his cock up my ass and when he was done she had me worship him on my knees and clean him up before cleaning myself, and go get him a beer.
After he went back to watching his game, she sent me to him to let him know I was his and there to serve him.

As the weeks became months and then a year I was there, his for the taking, his for keeping me overnight, his for fixing him breakfast. I sucked his cock the way she taught me, lessons learned by watching her and then letting me learn first hand. A man has a cock and you don't, she reminded me. Make sure he knows you're the one that sucks him before bed and in the morning. You're the pussy, the woman, let him know that and he will let you sleep with him, he will pay attention to your pussy, he will call you his woman. And one day he grabbed me, and dragged me to the bed, fucked me and sent me back to the kitchen to fix his dinner. Now you're his woman, she said.

And I'm Married

My situation deteriorated during 2020, my LT lover broke up with me and asked me to leave, put my things on the front porch and changed the locks, I lost my job waitressing, I had no savings, and I was on the street and I asked a friend from a previous job to use his extra room in return for housework, my fallback skillset. He agreed and I got all the housework, he didn't lift a finger, didn't pick up his dirty clothes off the floor, didn't pick up a plate or clean out the sink when he shaved. I grew up in a house with a father like that and I started cleaning to my standards, doing laundry to my standards, everything hung in its place and folded and put away in dresser drawers, I changed the beds once a week, kept the bathrooms spotless, and I cooked a home cooked meal everyday and set and picked up the table. I remembered my mother picking up my father's underwear off the bathroom floor and here I was picking up his dirty underwear off the bathroom floor.

I felt fulfilled, great, I loved putting clean sheets on his bed, folding his clothes and pairing his socks, setting his folded laundry beside mine on the coffee table. Several weeks after moving I was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep and I got my pillow and went to his bed and got in. He asked me what I was doing there and I told him to get it over with. I was immediately under his physical control, a feeling I had never had, put under him and his dick was in me, I started fighting his hold and he just put more pressure and held me down, I said I was going to get pregnant, he said get pregnant. He finished inside of me, he hadn't had a woman for a while and he had three loads in him and he deposited all three loads over the course of night.

It was done, I shouldn't have waited until I was 31 to experience a 'man', giving up all control during sex is a head trip I wasn't expecting. The next morning when I was serving him his second cup of coffee he lifted my skirt and poked his finger in my pussy. I got turned around in the kitchen, taken on the couch, fucked in bed two and three times a night, for ten days straight he had sex with me two or three times a day. Why put on my panties, he was just going take them off. I sat in front of him with my arms across my breasts and told him I wanted to move my clothes into his closet and his dresser. During July of 2020 I got pregnant, impossible not to be pregnant, he wanted me pregnant, he made sure I got pregnant.

We got married remotely and delivered a healthy baby, a drive by delivery because it was all outpatient and I was home before the baby was one day old. He wanted breastfeeding, which was ok with me. I gave him anal for the weeks before I was able to give him vaginal. I wanted to be a housewife, I was a housewife with an infant to breast feed and take care of. I was my mother. I understood for the first time in my life her telling me that it made her feel good to keep house and look after my father. Babies were happy days and diapers didn't matter. Holding a baby at your breast while fixing dinner was routine. Being kissed, groped, grabbed, fucked, stripped, was all par for the course. When it was late and the kitchen was cleaned and wiped down for the night, I sat on my bed looking at my wedding band. I am married.

The Only Sanity Comes From Accepting Your New Reality

I worked in the marketing department and one of the duties is to be the person taking care of the set up of the booth for conventions. That year it was me and another girl, The convention was in Las Vegas. We went out a day early to get set up. My boss showed up that night, he met a customer there. He called me around midnight to go over the show schedule, and wanted to go down to the exhibition hall and get familiar with the setup.

He got his hands on me, literally and wouldn't let go. I told him several times but he was too far gone to stop and I went through my r**e. Women that get r**ed have a rapist, I don't know if you know that? He is your rapist. It's your prize for being r**ed. Your rapist owns you, he owns every minute of your every day, he owns you when you are taking a shower, he owns you when you go buy a new dress. He owns you, It's a permanent relationship. You feel it in your bones, his voice, his look. You are not free, you belong to that man for the rest of your life.

In my case he is a successful businessman and he can afford to support me. I met other women who's rapist are scum bags who they have to support. Talk about insult and injury. I met this one woman who's rapist got 20 years. She waited until he was released for good behavior before marrying him. My rapist could afford me. I waited four years for him to get free from his wife before marrying him. Your got it, in Las Vegas. Not getting sex from him is very demeaning.

I am proud to say he has been the only man. I had boyfriends and girlfriends, but was never intimate with a boyfriend. He was my first, And that's they way it is going to stay.

One more word. I went to counseling, therapy, and none of it helped. The thing that they don't understand is that you are never free of your rapist. He owns you for life. That visceral feeling that you can't ever shake. I understand the woman who waited for her rapist to get out of jail to get married. Own up to it, accept it, if you can get him to marry you, make a life, have your children. And stay away from therapists. They are the ones fucking up your life.

Crossing Over From Girl To Woman

Following my divorce I was invited to stay with my uncle and his wife until I got back on my feet. They live in a nice home with all onsuite baths for each bedroom. My three teen girls were treated to life as they had never dreamed. We went from living in a cramped two bedroom apartment to living in the lap of luxury. But we also went from a headless home to a home where the man of the house ran his house, and all the women in it.

The girls were all tested for grade level and put in a private school. Tutors, after school focus, grades became a real thing. To my surprise they adapted easily to my uncle's hand. My senior was overwhelmed, overnight she went all woman around him. My aunt took her shopping for older girl clothes, modestly dressed.

As the days went on her behavior became much more womanly, oozing with sex appeal, and losing modesty in discussions with him. With her on the make I talked with my aunt about her and her recommendation was to let her show her feelings and let his hugs turn her insides out. Better to learn somethings at home, than on the street. I couldn't help looking at my uncle knowing that at his hands my eldest daughter would take her first big girl steps into womanhood.

When her day came, he was gentle but firm. She pranced around in front of her sisters, her new adulthood on the cuff. My aunt asked me to confess to her how my day went, I had to tell her it was shameful, with a boy I didn't know, And hers? I didn't have to ask, she knew exactly how my daughter was feeling, she knew that her g*ft to my daughter would last her a lifetime. All three girls finished growing up there, in that big house with their gruff old uncle.