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My d@d started with me very very early in life getting me to help stroke him. Made it seem like “helping him feel good” so I loved doing it for him. My m0m walked in at one point and just said “wow, you’re seriously doing this!?” To him but didn’t have us stop. Kinda was the turning point in him doing more. I never regretted it happening
