”“iPlayer, Nan,” Art grinned. Nan wasn’t good with technical terminology, despite her computer maintenance skills. He had to admit, she was a ...whizz repairing the old PC that Dad always promised to fix but never did. She’d even upgraded its operating system, RAM and video card to run the latest games. Brilliant was Nan, but knew nothing about tuning TVs or the DVD. Perhaps she’ll do a TV course next year; she did several courses at once: keeping her brain working, she said.“What bedtime story. " Scooter Girl's experiences with her father were, to her anyway, one hundred percent positive. In fact their child must be about twelve or thirteen years of age by now."Mother was a cold and uncaring bitch who had as little to do with me as possible," was a statement she made over and over many times. You could almost hear the pain she felt at her alienation from her mother.Her mother was a very aloof, career woman who worked for a large (never specified) advertising agency. Her mother was. This was when Joyce seemed to come out of her shell. She threw her arms around me, her fingers tracing up and down my back. She buried her face into my shoulder, kissing and licking across my collarbone. She seemed to have a fascination with it. I took the opportunity, while she was distracted, to reach behind her and unhook her bra with expertise.When it snapped open, she momentarily returned to her demure self. She leaned away from me as if she didn't mean to touch me. But it only lasted a. "I got up and stretched. My clothes were on the floor and Ellen's eyes were on my body. When I caught her looking she was embarrassed.Kim turned over on her back with some difficulty and pain. Her hands were caressing her beautiful breasts as she played with her nipples. She was behind me and I could only tell because of the way I was in her mind most of the time. Ellen's gaze shifted from me to my precious little harlot.Ellen's breathing got faster and I could see she was getting more and more.