I chuckled. "Okay, baby. It's just, you know that I'm a man, right?"
She squinted at me. "Yes, I am aware you are a male." She chuckled. "What do you mean?"
"I just mean..." I sat up, glad for the dark hiding my blushing face. "Men have... uh, well, see, sometimes a man can't really control... uh, jeez, how do I say this..."
"Are you talking about your c**k?"
"Oh, Jesus, there it is," I said, putting a hand on my face. "Okay, I'm keeping my pants on."
"No, I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I just meant, like, okay, this is a weird conversation. Let's just take our pants off, okay? It's hot under the covers but it's freezing above them. Please?"
"Okay," I said. "But if you feel something, I'm sorry."
She nodded. "I got it."
We stood up, unbuttoned our pants, unzipped
