Happy readingHi my name is Cindy, and I was 24 years old when this occured. I've always been sort of in opposition to ordinary gender traditions in so...iety, and while studying I had gotten myself a part-time job to help financing my studies. Most women like me would probably end up with a part-time job as cash-register-lady in a supermarket or in a hamburger-shop or something like that, but I ended up driving a forklift at a large mechanical factory whenever they needed folks in the afternoons. I was relieved and glad that Sharon had seemed to take it so well. I went back to the bed with panties in hand.”Give them to me. Lay down.” Sharon held out her hand and motioned me down on the bed. I did as she instructed. Taking my cock in her hand she rubbed the tip along her wet slit, then lowered herself onto me. Grinning I reached down and went to touch her clit. She smiled and pushed my hand away, then leaning over picked up the phone off the nightstand and dialed, turning the light blue. It wasn't fair. She was pissed: there never should be a rule against kicking your brother, even in under-eight-league soccer."They're yours, aren't they Bob" You know they are Dan. Twin girl forwards and defenseman and goalie twin boys. You're starting to piss me off with all these questions. If you want something from me, just ask, But after the game. Allright? Quit beating around the bush. Ask and I'll answer yes or no. OK?"Dan and his wife are more Jen's friends than mine, but we usually get. We talked about it for a bit and in the end she’s agreed to keep all my cards and chequebooks and just to let me have a cash allowance. She reckons that at least that way it’s not too much bother and she’d still be doing what she’s supposed to. She reckons her New Order group in the village will be discussing this next week.I asked Angie if she’d heard any more about Norm. Apparently not. And she was still annoyed that she couldn’t get Beth interested in picking up my sponsorship.Anyway at the.