How well I remember my early days almost to babyhood when it was always the care of my beautiful mother to bath me herself every day; there was also Mary my nursemaid but when Mamma had to be away at any time the supervision of my bath was delegated to her sister. Auntie Gertie a pretty girl of sixteen or seventeen. Till six or seven years of age I slept in a cot in my parents' own bed-room. Papa was a very dark fine handsome man Mamma equally so or much more beautiful to me had lovely golden hair and deep blue eyes full of love for me in every glance.I can just remember one day when Mary and Auntie Gertie were giving me my bath I thought they were looking at my little spout as I said saucily: "What are you looking at Papa has got such a big one." Amongst the tricks I used to play on my nurse was one of suddenly running up to her and raising her skirts in fun so one day when Mamma was bathing me I suddenly said "Mamma dear Mary has such a lot of hair at the bottom of her belly;" making the poor girl blush crimson as she explained my tricks to Mamma.Another time to Auntie Gertie: "You should see my Papa hug my Mamma like a bear in bed."After this my cot was removed to the nursery as Master Percy was getting too observant. What romps I used to have with Mary; then when I was about eight or nine years old I often would insist upon sleeping with her always creeping inside her night dress to nestle close to her soft warm flesh.I would kiss her titties and pretend to be a little sucking pig as I played with her belly even as low down as the hairy part which she always resisted my handling by keeping her own hand over it.