Getting back to the plan. Sex The shower was in a part of the house I loved – cool, right off a main master bedroom. Not for any sexual reason, just to be silly. “Oh honey, let’s get one with jets, my back hurts!” Yeah, right. The water was turned up to maximum, or at least as high as the water pressure would allow it to go. The sun was so hot one day…it seemed to come out of a blast furnace…the water gushing from the hose was incredibly cooling, so inviting. Suddenly, something hit me unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Wouldn’t want him knowing that the garden hose got to me before he did. . …It’ll be our special secret. I knew the playtime was over and I had to remove the hose or my little bottom (that’s what my mother called my pussy, my “bottom”), would be blasted into infinity. The weird perception of a young, innocent little girl, being sexually awakened by a strange, accidental, outside force. That wasn’t it. I learned to draw it out, sustain it, the warm sun beaming on my face, no one but me knowing that electric white hot feelings were jolting through my young body.
