She watched the boy's naked ass bounce up and down, hunching faster and faster. His balls swung while the girl clawed at his back, urging him on with mewls and grunts. She did not understand when the boy rolled off the girl and they both lay there, side by side, breathing heavily. It seemed to Pepper that, after such an exciting thing, there should be more than just heavy breathing.

She had run home, her legs shaky, breathing hard. She raced into the house and began chattering to her mother about what she had seen, not making much sense to Diane.

"…put it in, Mother," she bubbled, dancing about with excitement. "I saw him do it! Honest I did!"

"Slow down, Pepper," Diane had laughed. "You're getting away with yourself. Slow down and make sense."

The relationship between Diane and her daughter had always been an unusual one. There were hardly any secrets between them, and they talked to one another like very close friends, or sisters confiding in one another. As Pepper became older, it was common for Diane to comment about the appearances of some young boy or man they saw. She encouraged her daughter to speak about her innermost desires, her dreams and wishes.

When Pepper mentioned a young boy she thought was cute and that she was in love with him, Diane was quick to tell her daughter to go ahead and kiss the boy if she wanted to. She urged her daughter into close relationships with her young playmates. It not only amused Diane to see her daughter grow, to watch her develop an interest in boys, but it excited her to think of Pepper in sexual situations with them.

She had told Pepper bluntly that day her daughter had just seen a boy and girl fucking. "They were fucking, baby," Diane said. "He put his cock in her pussy and they fucked."