Mo' parked his car there, moving it when the trucks came with deliveries.Standing by the car with their lips locked together, they were startled by a ...shout."SHARIYA... GET IN MY CAR NOW!"Mo' and Shari froze at the familiar voice. Shari tried to say,'Dad', but nothing came out."GET AWAY FROM HIM NOW SHARIYA!" The voice rose in volume.The big barrel of a man advanced on them and pulled Shari away roughly by the arm."Go to my car!" he spat menacingly. "You, you bastard, I'll kill you," he said. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order to take another. Then, over Christmas, we visited some relatives for a f****y gathering. We played cards and I found myself sitting on the floor facing Doreen. She was sitting on the sofa. As we played cards, I found I was getting a lovely view up her skirt. She was wearing tights but also a panty girdle. The card game was hilarious and, as she giggled, she’d part her legs very slightly and I’d get a full flash. It wasn’t really until then that I started to think about Doreen and the possibility of what might. I turned back toward the shower and for the first time looked down at mybreasts. I saw how they looked as they jiggled so slightly. I saw mysmooth leg as it lifted to step into the bath. I stepped under the waterseeking solace and calm. My mind was racing, confused, excited. I liftedmy face to the water, seeking divergence to the urgency I felt building. The water poured over me. Drenching me. If I had a cock it would berock hard. But I didn't. I reached for my breasts, holding.