You finally went swimming. With Daddy that is. In the winking waters. You squealed and you flapped. My little sunshine with the scarlet glow, showing off your juicy thighs in its chubby glory.
What is swimming without a taste of water? You had multiple gulps of mineral water and we laughed it off. Swimming is definately more fun with daddy. We must try to do it more often because Marshy loves it so. We must. We must. For Marshy.
On the way to the pool after slapping on thick layers of sunblock.
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