“I don’t think anyone’s ever spoken to him like that before,” mum giggled.“Well fuck him and his snotty attitude,” I growled. “I hate sm...rmy bastards like him.”Mum took great delight in counting out the wads of new fifty pound notes we’d just got from the bank, but the lad was still nervous, so the transaction took over half an hour, mum gave her address and phone number for the delivery, and we were finally done.“Have you got a car?” I asked the youth. “But he shook his head. “No, I’ve only. When Doug found out that she had a glamorous job, was earning her own money, meeting new people... he'd quickly change his attitude. He'd have to apologize for last night; have to try and really make it up to her... Oh thank goodness, things were really working out after all... Betty's heart was singing and she barely heard what Peterson was saying. Jean had gone out to the car to get the cameras and Harvey was complimenting her."I'm sure you'll take a fantastic photograph... with skin like. I’d rather be with you and all your experience than three guys each a third of your age who didn’t know what they’re doing,” she explained. “Besides, we’ve got all day and I want to build it up so tonight we can do it again, and again and again,” she said slyly as she tried to tickle my belly again. “O no, not that again,” I said disgustedly. “Well, we’ll see.” We stopped our fooling around and we lay there, side by side, for a moment, each lost in our own thoughts. I finally asked her,. She let go, and then threw back her head with a deep moan. Phillip was sliding into her, pushing into her body. He was fucking her.Growing up, Elizabeth’s father had been absent more than he was present, and she had the most wonderful memories of him. Guiltily, she remebered fantasies she used to have, back when she was even younger than Claire, when she first learned to masturbate. When she would imagine that it was her handsome father fucking her. If he hadn’t died, Elizabeth wondered if.