And the fares only varied by a quid or two. (£8.57 a week! Fuck you!)Sorry, that was just more background. But the point is, if I was going to get an... training, it was going to have to be me training myself. The two guys who ran the place didn't mind if I stayed late one or two nights a week, laying out mock ads on waste board, and learning how to work the darkroom, varying exposure time / and print effects techniques, as long as I didn't use up too much expensive stock. For my part I tidied. For something."Got it," she said as she handed me a penny."I was just thinking that the women in our part of family are short because Pharaoh cursed us ... the Wanzor women."She looked at me like I'd discovered the moon really was made out of green cheese. "God, Too, you might be right, stature, or the lack of it anyway, is recessive. David is tall, Charles and CharlesB are tall, Vera was tall for the times. Maryanne is tall, Grace is tall ... all the nephews and nieces are tall. The Bleekers. Aunt Val eyes fluttered open. She looked around confused and then saw me. She realized what was happening and moaned."Ohhh, your so biggggg."I smiled."Do you like this? Do you like me pumping my cock into you?"Aunt Val bit her lip and looked at me."Yess, keep fucking your Aunt. Keeeep fucking meee."I looked down and saw that her hand was now at her pussy and she was furiously rubbing away at her clit. She pinched it and twisted it.I started squeezing her tits harder and this cause her to moan. His abuser pushed three fingers into him, pushing in and out, trying to loosen him up. Kevin stiffened as the man withdrew, then tried to force his clenched fist into him. He tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes closed as the pain became more and more insistent as first one, then another knuckle, was pushed hard into him. Suddenly, the man gave a hard shove. Kevin screamed and tried to twist away, sobbing in agony, but the other man grabbed his shoulder and pushed down, forcing his fist.