I never had a daddy. I don’t think the uncles that came around were real uncles. Even Uncle Paul isn’t a real uncle.’ ‘No, I imagine not,’ I...muttered. Child welfare might find someone if they did a little digging, but I didn’t think it would help. It wasn’t as hard to believe that a child could have no one who cared for them as it should have been. I’d seen it before, when I was teaching. It was one of half a thousand reasons I’d had for abandoning the profession. It hurt too much. I decided. ..exposed, for lack of a better word, to sex since I was very young. Like most k**s growing up in the 80's, my dad had a bit of an extensive porn collection. I can remember being a little k** and seeing magazines lying in my parents bedroom partially, but not very well, hidden. I was probably 10 or 11 when I "discovered" masturbation. My parents weren't home and I was watching one of dad's "collection" tapes. These were VHS' of movies, only they weren't whole movies, they were a highlights type. And guess what, it started raining heavily suddenly. We both were wet in a few seconds. I asked my SIL should we stop and take some shelter from the rain, she said it was no use as we were already wet and told me to go on. We got drenched from head to toe in a matter of minutes.Anyhow, we reached her place (it was still raining). When she got down from the bike and stood beside me in her wet see through saree which was sticking to her blouse and showing those beautiful mounds (that gave me an. Brenda was happy to not only help but to make quite certain that he had several good looks at her free-swinging tits every time she bent forward. Graham really was a godsend to her in more ways than one. She knew that he watched her putting out the washing and she made quite certain that several pairs of her knickers were clearly on show pegged firmly to the washing line. The early Autumn duly arrived and it was time for the first harvest from the garden Graham as always was there to help. .