So, in just my shorts, I stroll down to my workshop. I plan to spend the day gardening, but first I need to water the plants on the bench by the works...op window. As I water I gaze into the gardens of the houses that back onto ours. Lucy, on the left, is also a keen gardener and she has a lovely plot, whilst Nicola and Graham on the right mainly have a lawn with a few shrubs. In the corner of my eye I am suddenly aware of movement. Lucy is opening her bedroom curtains, and then for a moment, she. She came to me and asked meChachi: vicky dekho..aisey kaam nahi karna chahiye…Me: arey haa chachi mujehy pata hai..Chachi: Acha chalo batao tumhara mood sahi honey ke liye main kya karoo…Me: Kya aap karogey jo main kahunga…Chachi: Ha..but nothing naughtyMe: Ok, chalo poker kheltey hai..Chachi: theek hai..We started playing poker, and most of the time I won. While playing poker I let my cock out for few seconds …I think she saw my cock and she did not say anything. I got little braveness. I decide to skip the cafeteria and the second the bell the rings I begin to head over to the art rooms, which I hope will be deserted. Unfortunately, on the way there I get apprehended by a group of third year girls whose stunningly embarrassing reasonable request is to see me get hard. A couple of them even offer to help. Unfortunately I can't actually deny them, if it gets back to a teacher I could find myself with a whole extra week of naked studies. My exposure makes me nervous, but not. Four more strips please, Brian said evenly, Mary thrust them at him. ‘Stay steady mate,’ Brian said to Merrick. We’ve almost done here.’ ‘The arm is under control,’ called Kirsty, having stopped that bleeding by ripping Merrick’s shirt into strips and tying them tightly around the arm. She was no longer sobbing heavily. The four-ply strop held as the tourniquet was tightened. ‘Good – that’s stopped most of it, Brian declared, relief in his voice. ‘Good work Kirsty – it looks as if you’ve got.