They didn’t care that everyone on my part-time MBA (Master in Business Administration) course had failed statistics this year. Their only concern wa... that I, their only sponsored student, had failed. The Personnel Manager’s words were direct. ‘Fail this re-sit and your sponsorship ends and with it your employment contract.’ She showed me the terms of my sponsorship. There it was in black and white. If I fail I will be fired. I could moan about the changes of statistics tutors and the. .dad...." She moaned in embarrassment,her hips unconsciously humping against the soft fingers near her groin.Vanessa smiled down at the pair of tarts on the dance stage, their bodiesnow intertwined on the dance floor, mouths furiously working at eachother's pussies."They sure do love what they do," a man gave a hearty laugh from behindVanessa.Vanessa smirked as she felt her own groin become damp at the sight of theformer father and son. Allowing them to have access to their oldmemories and. Her hand felt pubic hair, and then her hand touched his cock. ‘My God, he's hard,’ she found. Not rock hard, but hard enough to feel the ridge around the head. Just as soon as she gauged its girth and length, the stiffness set in and she felt him growing in her hand.Danny stirred as Brie gently worked her hand up and down. Clearly still asleep, he whispered “Oh Dani, Dani!”As Brie now firmly had his cock in her hand, stroking, Danny turned on his back and slipped his arm around what he thought. I had missed nearly the entire winter, or at least the months with themost rainfall. I hated the rain. It might have been a pussy thing tosay, but the rain ruined camping trips, it caused shitty cars with no4X4 to get stuck, and generally, it put people into foul moods,especially customers. They were there for comfort food at the Palace,but they treated the serving staff like doormats they wiped their shit-covered shoes on.I sighed. How the hell was I going to do this?Half an hour later, I got.