Shit, I hate getting up most mornings when all I've got to look forward to is that fucking office. Wish I had the guts to do what you did and just chu...k it all in and find a job I enjoyed doing; even if the money was crap. But I'm getting married come September, so I can't afford the indulgence. Fuck it, can't even afford to go sea fishing anymore!"By that time we were re-entering the noisy bar, so the conversation abruptly ended. Much to my relief, if I'm being honest.Two days later and after. Of course that was like a red rag to a bull where Vikki was concerned. With the traffic on the road we were trying to enter having just started it's cycle, and with our lane - slip road - being, from memory, forth in line to go we were going to be there for a good two and a half to three minutes. So Vikki being Vikki did precisely as I would have expected, she knelt on the seat, right between the driver's seat and the front passenger seat and while still naked gave every student that could get. I am regular reader of the ISS and for long I was thinking of posting a story of mine but I was little bit hesitant. The story I am going to narrate happened about 12 years back when I was doing my pre university but that is still very green in my mind. Many of times myself and my sister used to be alone in home when parents have gone out of place. Such times used to give me lot of opportunities to have look at the sexy body of my sister. Many times I used to get up at mid night and see. I loved riding there. Molineux often rode beside me. He can be very funny and he looked very sexy, too. The balls were nice. They did not get me off, but I had to think of my ass and pussy a little all the time. They were a kind of reminder that kept my vulva swollen. Phew. Strange habits alright. When the ride was over we rode to the stables, and Molineux offered me to go and discipline one of the men. Mwah, that didn’t really appeal to me. No thanks. He smiled and asked if I’d care to come.