.. and this is just my ghost coming to haunt your ass.”“Don’t beat yourself up. You did pretty good.”“Thanks.” I said before sucking down ...a liter of water from the fountain. I knew I had sweat pouring from every pore and probably looked like someone had pushed me into a pool. Big sis on the other hand, had a sweat stain that followed the crevice of her breasts beneath the tight shirt she had on over her gray sports bra, but not a hair out of place beneath her headband and she was barely. She struggled to get showered and dressed and her make up sunk straight in as she applied it, she was annoyed with herself for drinking so much the previous night but couldn’t do anything about it so took a couple of paracetamols and hoped she would feel better before Bob arrived.She had taken care in dressing, though she struggled with it, as she found another pair of red knickers, she pulled on her denim skirt, her short denim skirt, her legs looked good if nothing else, she had shaved them. ”Asha, “What will you do at night when you empty your dick this time itself? That was just a trailer, and the full movie is remaining.”Me, “What are you up to? I am feeling excited.”Asha, “Believe me, I am going to do something more exciting now.”Asha took her mobile. She checked a proper place to put it where it got a good view of mirror on which reflection from the chairs and bed can be captured. She opened her diary and placed it on the bed. The bell rang. Asha first switched the video. She had a long train journey back home and wanted to get a quick workout in before leaving. Most people had already left campus, but Sara was in no hurry, she had a great book to read and she was looking forward to the journey. The gym was almost deserted, and that was how she liked it. It meant none of the rugby boys waiting to leer at her, no sexist remarks, and no need to look over her shoulder. She felt much safer when it was just her. Over the last couple of weeks she had been getting.