Maybe this was the change she needed. Maybe, just maybe, hair color didn't make any difference at all. Maybe it was the amount of care and loving that...her partner showed her and hair color had no meaning at all. "Duh", she thought.As he reached her breasts, he paused. He began to lick and suck her left nipple. Debbie could never get enough of that. She loved to have her nipples sucked. She had nice sized breasts; "C" cups to be exact, each topped with a sensitive nipple and a dark pink, thick,. “Mom felt that Digit would feel bad if they left him behind when they take Rover on his walk,” Otterly said.“It’s a robotic dog,” Sally said. “Robots don’t feel anything.”Otterly shrugged her shoulders. “I know that. Unfortunately, I don’t think Mom knows that. She loves that dog.”“The other day she was stopping people to show them how it could fetch a ball,” Sally said.Her parents had returned to the house after the demonstration talking about how Otterly’s parents were just a bit touched in. There was no point hiding from him anymore, I felt.I hopped over to the wall. And then, using my lizard-like skin-stickingability, hopped all the way up the wall. And then I shuffled my feet tomove across the ceiling, while I was dangling upside down. Of course, myskirt was flipped up (or down, actually), and once more he was getting afree uninhibited view of my briefs.On the top shelf of the games cabinet I had seen the game of Scrabble. Ipulled at it with my teeth, pulling it off the shelf.. She’d even upgraded its operating system, RAM and video card to run the latest games. Brilliant was Nan, but knew nothing about tuning TVs or the DVD. Perhaps she’ll do a TV course next year; she did several courses at once: keeping her brain working, she said.“What bedtime story have you got for us, Nana?” young Jessica asked, once she was tucked in.“I have a new one about fierce dragons, naughty knights and sweet princesses; shall I tell it?”“Pleeease,” they chorused, including Art; age nine.