At least, I assume that you three aren’t doing the nudey thing in the yard.”“No. I’ve got clothes waiting on my bed. Hey, did you guys plan to...wear clothes all the time today or just until we come in from the yard this evening?”“We figured the latter, rather than putting on or taking clothes off every time we turned around.”“Cool. I’ll join you in that. May I take your bag upstairs, or do you want to keep it down here?”“May I tuck it into the closet here?”“Sure. Go ahead.” She did so, then. I need to know what the letter says.”“It’s Megan from Anthropology department.”God anybody but Megan I hate her. I said holding my head. (You see when I first moved to Philadelphia Megan was my first roommate and we did it a couple of times. Then Terrell move down here with me, and then we met Stacey. I moved out because she got jealous of how close Stacey and me was.)“We got no other choice Chad, you need to know what the letter says and she the only one who studies Ancient Greek.”“Damn! Fine. ." I admitted."Want wanking off then?" she asked as matter of factually as if she were asking if I wanted a cigarette.If I had had this scenario suggested to me to me I would have probably said I would have run a mile, but instead I said yes.I sheepishly undid my grey school trousers and then slid trousers and Y fronts down to just above my knees, my cock sprang out, despite being as nervous as hell, like an iron bar at the prospect of being touched by a girl for the first time. Vicky threw. You know, the prime mover with two, three or more trailers behind! Been doin’ it for years now.’ ‘And what do you carry, on your road train?’ she wanted to know next. ‘Everything you can buy here in Alice,’ he said. ‘Without the road trains, this place wouldn’t exist!’ ‘But there is the rail! Surely you’re competing with that!’ she commented earnestly. ‘Yes we are, but we can get the freight here in twenty-two hours from the Gutta, whereas the freight trains take up to thirty-six hours, and if.