There were two subfolders in there that I hadn't looked in yet, and one of them startled me when I saw the name. It said 'MEL!' I didn't understand wh...t that meant. Had Don secretly been storing or taking photos and videos of me in the nude? I was apprehensive as I opened the folder.No, it wasn't images of me. As I scanned through, I was just seeing more photos and videos of white women with black men, same as the other stuff. It wasn't even the same woman in all these files, although they did. I wasn't waiting for Dad's return with my usual eager anticipation as I could see my new found freedoms and privileges coming to an end. In fact I was actually dreading his homecoming.I slid over in the seat and reached down to the hem of Mothers dress and pulled on it in an attempt to bare her lower half."Stop that now!" she ordered, putting her free hand down and trying to stop my manoeuvres, "this will have to stop right now. Your Dad mustn't find out or there will be hell to pay! Now stop. It looked like it would be terribly painful, almost impossible to take.Ellen knelt down closer to the edge of the sand dune. Phil had looked up and must have seen something from the way he had turned away from Jennifer for a moment. Oh God, he would never forgive her for spying on them, but she just had to find out what was going on.Ellen suppressed a moan of relief as Phil turned back again. Her sister was now completely naked, her long legs stretched out obscenely wide while the other boy ran. New surroundings, new faces, a spanking new uniform that was three sizes too big but which your mum insisted you would "grow into". However, it very quickly became monotonous. Same faces, same teachers telling you off for talking, same everything. Things perked up a bit once you entered sixth form. St Bart's allow girls to join in sixth form, and every year three dozen gorgeous eighteen-year-old ladies arrive, dressed in the St Bart's uniform of pleated tartan skirts, white blouses and the.