Wicked Little Girls Nude

Wicked Little Girls Nude
What age should you stop being naked in front of your kids?
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And does it make a difference for boys and girls?
Hmmmm, now, here at MFM HQ this one's a bit of a talker for us. Whether you're a naked household, or prefer to keep your bod under wraps around the kids, is so different for everyone.
And it can change over time for people, too.
One of our mums, who's always been pretty free and easy about being naked around the house, is wondering if it's time she and her husband stopped now her daughter's 6 - and at an age where she might say things at school about mummy and daddy being 'nudey' that could get taken the wrong way.
But what do our mums think? Here's what you told us...
"I am personally not a fan of my kids seeing me naked at all.. my kids are 5 and 2 and I always wait until they are asleep before I shower, just my way of doing things," says Sophie M .
Hayley W 's OK with it, up to a point, and tells us this: "My 8 year old has no problem with seeing me naked. The only thing I have started doing is telling her to knock before walking in on me on the loo.
"She is obsessed with boobs and because I laugh when she mentions mine, she thinks it's OK to talk about them.
"Was in ASDA last week and there was a women probably in her 50s with the biggest boobs I have ever seen... and my little girl said very loudly, "Mummy I love her boobies, I wish you had them, I would want to squish them all day". I smiled and very quickly walked to the next aisle. So embarrassing."
Leanne S reckons it's best to take the lead from your kids on when to stop being naked around them, though she reckons there are definitely benefits to letting your littles see you nude.
She says: "I guess I'll know that my kids are uncomfortable seeing me naked when they stop walking in the bathroom when I'm in the bath or on the loo.
"To be honest I'd much prefer to have a poo on my own! On a serious note I do think it helps see 'normal' bodies as opposed to girls in music videos and magazines/posters etc.
"It's OK if your body is not 'perfect'." Hear, hear to that ?
On the issue of whether you'd actually differently around a boy as opposed to a girl, Malgorzata H tells us:
"I'll possibly never stop being naked in front of my daughter until her adulthood! In regards to my son probably when he reaches 3-4 years of age ?
"I think it's when they start seeing differences in sexes and their speech is developed then is time to put some underwear on - when coming out of bathroom etc you wouldn't like your little one saying at nursery 'my daddy has a big willy!'"
And this advice, from Amy H - is, we reckon, probably spot on for lots of us: "I think as long as you're ok with it and your child doesn't feel uncomfortable then it's fine.
"I will never make a big deal of nudity with my children unless they say to me, "Mum I don't feel comfortable seeing you naked."
"Then I would make sure they don't have to. It's just a body at the end of the day. We all have one."
Do you go naked in front of your kids? Do you think what you do makes a difference if you have a boy or a girl? Tell us in the comments below or over on Facebook

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June 2015 saw the recirculation of a rather bizarre and far-fetched article from a year earlier — originally published on a number of disreputable web sites — holding that members of European royalty, government officials, and highly-placed clergy were taking part in “human hunting parties” during which they tracked down and killed naked children:
Teens were drugged, stripped naked, raped, hunted down in the woods and killed by European royals according to this week’s latest eyewitness to testify before the International Common Law Court of Justice in Brussels. The woman was the fourth eyewitness to give accounts about these human hunting parties of the global elite Ninth Circle Satanic Child Sacrifice Cult network. A former member of the Netherlands criminal drug syndicate known as Octopus testified that victims were obtained for these human hunting parties from juvenile detention centers in Belgium and Holland.
On the surface, that synopsis sounds grotesque and horrifying, yet impressive: four different eyewitnesses gave detailed testimony before an international tribunal and stated they had direct knowledge of such an activity? How could that be if there weren’t something to this?
“In 2004 I was an involuntary witness to torture, rape and murder sessions of drugged children performed for a group of high ranked people of the Netherlands” stated a woman. “I was taken to a hunting party in Belgium close to Brussels where I saw two boys and a girl ages 14 to 16 hunted and killed by global elites. The human hunting party was heavily guarded by the Netherlands Royal Guards. I was told that King Albert of Belgium was present.”
Four eyewitnesses confirmed that as children and youths they were forced to attend human hunting parties where they and other children were raped, with some killed, and deceased boy’s penises were cut off. Allegedly there was a Dutch countryside palace where boys’ penises were displayed like trophies on a wall. Some hunting parties were hosted on the grounds of Belgium Queen Beatrix’s Palace.
The answer is that this story was completely fabricated; and the International Common Law Court of Justice ( ICLCJ ), also known as the International Tribunal into Crimes of Church and State ( ITCCS ), is a non-existent entity, nothing more than a “one-man blog that pretends to be a tribunal established to enforce common law”:
The International Tribunal into Crimes of Church and State (or ITCCS) is a one-man blog that pretends to be a tribunal established to enforce common law. Despite claims of being based in Brussels, the whole thing is written in Canada by Kevin D. Annett, a defrocked United Church of Canada minister.
At the heart of the “organization” is something Annett calls the International Common Law Court of Justice (ICLCJ), which is rather similar to those “common law courts” sometimes set up by freemen-on-the-land, right down to the “citizen jurors”. This court exists only on Annett’s blog.
With the ITCCS, Annett attempts to mimic genuine international organisations, and is actually good enough at this to have fooled a few normal people (and a lot of raving conspiracy-prone nutters) into thinking there’s anything at all to this. He produces very nicely-formatted, official-looking documents and everything. Annett has “convicted” two consecutive Popes of genocide and child trafficking, issuing “international arrest warrants” for them. He has also issued a proclamation dissolving Canada, which he has replaced with the Republic of Kanata.
The same source falsely claimed back in 2013 that Pope Benedict XVI resigned the papacy because the Vatican had received word from a European government that they planned to issue arrest warrants for his part in “sheltering pedophile priests.”
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BEST SECRET SEX CLUB

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