I couldn't think of any disadvantage in using only one mind to type with, because one unencumbered NP-fingertip, being massless, could range over the ...ntire keyboard as fast as my mind could think, producing a one-fingered, super-high-speed version of my physical "hunting and pecking".I wouldn't be able to do all my typing with one fingertip because of the occasional need to simultaneously press an ordinary key with the "Shift", "Ctrl" and/or "Alt" keys, although I rarely used the latter two. I. "Good, show her in please," I said."Hi Donna," I said standing up and indicting she should sit, "nice to see you again." today she was wearing a short skirt and a button up blouse."Thanks," she said, sitting down and flashing her knickers at me."So tell me Donna, what have you decided?" I asked."Well I think I give it a go," she smiled happily."Good, I sure I can find you some work," I said, "but first we need some good pictures, ok." I've never had any pictures taken, you know proper ones" she. The ribbing wouldn't be so bad because many of the other officerswould walk in with the same stains, from time to time. Sometimespartner officers would both come in with the tell tale stains. It wentwithout being said that the partners would often help each other outwith mutual hand jobs or sometimes they even did blowjobs. They allknew there wasn't much else to do in the squad car when they werewaiting to catch speeding cars.During Tim's "after orgasm bliss" the radar blared while many cars. I had woken up with morning wood against my ass a few times. I always ignored it, chalking it up to nature. But this morning was different; my father was grinding against me slowly. His breathing was heavy and his voice was hoarse as he whispered, “It’s been so long.” I sat frozen, focusing on the feeling against my behind. Being so close to my father over the past couple years had bubbled up feelings of affection no daughter should have. I spent many a nights masturbating feverishly over him.