It is the first morning where we go on a longer bike ride to school and shower before class.During the morning break, I track down Elsa. I find her wa...dering the halls wasting time. Trying to catch up to her, I shout out her name, and she turns to face me, greeting, “Hey Trent, I still haven’t decided if I want to accept your help yet.”“That isn’t why I wanted to talk with you. You know I hired your Dad, and he starts tomorrow.”“And”“How would you like to work for your dad?”“You can’t have. What did he take her for?Bill shrugged and led her out of the pod. She hadn't made a wise decision, but that was down to her. He had tried his best to dissuade her.When the two of them arrived at the Civil Service reception area, the woman at the desk ignored Flic and just talked to Bill, "Private Osbourne. The Centurion will see you shortly. Please take a seat."As they sat waiting, Flic glared at the receptionist, wondering what a Moslem woman in a headscarf was doing here. Hadn't the. Or at least part of it. My sister-in-law's perfect ass was aimed directly at me. She was crouched over my brother. Her crotch right over his cock. She had it in her hand and was stroking it. It was slowly getting harder and when she decided it was hard enough she guided the head between her pussy lips. She would let go and push her hips down. And the cock bend and slipped out. She groaned and grasped the cock again. She stroked it and tried to push it in her pussy without any luck.I stood there. ?Okay? That’s pretty much the way it is? But? We’re a little different then most? Jodi? It is Jodi?? Shaking her head as the woman’s sitting, appearing to be jotting something on the calendar, she answers. ?Yes? Yes it’s Jodi? With an ‘I’. Glancing up, returning the fake smile, the receptionist smirks. ?Jodi with an ‘I’? Okay.? Dropping her pencil, folding her hands on the desk, she looks Jodi straight in the eyes. ?Well Jodi? With an ‘I’? What we’re looking for are young,.