If it wasn't for sluttish California girls I still wouldn't know.
First time I heard "69", it was from some blonde **** I knew in school, during 7th grade. I had to pretend I knew what it was long enough to get the general idea of it from her and another guy discussing it.
I can't pinpoint an exact moment I found out how babies were made.
My parents were divorced when I was born, and sadly, I had several moments where I saw my Mom doing it with her boyfriend.
When I was 5 years old, playing house meant taking the girl next door down to a dark hallway underneath our house and mimicking sex with her. Usually against the wall, she'd drop her pants, I'd drop mine, then we'd go through the motions. Luckily "it" wasn't able to get hard back then, and I also didn't learn until much later that "it" was supposed to go inside.
That's also when I learned that Girls don't pee out of their ******. They have a special pee pee hole. We took a break from our "sex" so she could go pee once, and I watched in amazement as she squatted in the corner and sure enough, pee came out. I remember thinking "she can't go pee, she doesn't have a *****!"
She showed me I guess.
Girls can pee just as well as Boys can, we just have better aim.
Yah, I know, pretty fu'cked up ****. But I'm sure others have had weirder childhoods.
There was some argument about a pair of roller skates or something and we stopped playing house. I sometimes wonder what happened to her. Probably a crack-ho now. Also, her older sister didn't like me because I beat her brother in a break-dancing contest. Yes, at 6 years old, I was quite the break-dancer. Back then if you had beef with somebody you settled it with a boom-box, and a piece of cardboard.
That'll teach him to break my He-man action figure.
Anyhow, move along, nothing to see here.
Queen Skeet