A TV program about the baby boomers in 1946 here in Holland, where a lot of the fathers were the liberating Canadians, has brought back some memories that I’ve never shared with anyone. That’s why I’m writing this. Don’t ask me why I’m telling you all this when I’ve kept to it myself all these years.

I too have a daughter everybody thinks has a Canadian as a father. She doesn’t even know herself that it’s not true.

Let me tell you how I got pregnant and by whom.

First, let me tell you about myself. I was born in 1925, the oldest of a family with 14 siblings, and I have more or less seen my parents make a lot of my brothers and sisters.

My father had a very high sex drive and often disappeared with my mother in their bedroom for hours at a time.

I grew up very quickly, and before I was 12, I had my period. My breasts also were developing at a steady rate. By the time I was 14, I had almost as much as my mother. My father loved that and often put his hands all over them as he kissed me goodnight. “Just holding my sweethearts,” he joked then, and stroked my nipples through my nightie.

I was all excited when he used to do that, and when I lay in bed and played with myself, I often pretended it was him playing with me.

When I was 15, I dated some boys on a regular basis, and one of them talked me into going all the way with him. As he made love to me, I thought of my father and wondered if he thought about me when he had sex with my mother.

Because fucking was a very nice sensation, I often participated with other boys.

Obviously, someone must have told my father, because he started approaching me differently. And since my mother was pregnant again, there was a higher frustration level for him then during other times.

I want to be very candid about this: I loved the attention, the stroking, the kisses. So one night when all but he and I were in bed asleep, my father and I sat up in the living room, and he touched me all over, and when he finally stroked my pussy, I came almost instantly.

When the incredible feeling had faded, he carried me to the sofa and pulled out his penis. He told me not to worry and helped himself under the elastic of my panties where he came in a few heaving seconds, leaving me with a sticky pussy and thigh.

Two weeks later, it happened almost the same way, except this time he lay still and waited for his erection to recover after he had ejaculated while playing with my body. While his hands played with my tits, he maneuvered his hard, long penis so that he could enter my pussy in one long stroke. We fucked for a few minutestill he came for the second time, spurting his sperm into me. When I felt him coming in me, I had the most wonderful orgasm I’d ever had. I liked all this so much that I often took the initiative after that.

Almost 3 years later, we were loving each other regularly, and why I didn’t become pregnant sooner, I will never understand. But anyway, I never had sex with a Canadian liberator in ‘45, although everyone thinks I did.

Even my father thinks that my daughter is of Canadian origin.

But I (and now you) know better!