Rachel and Sarah went off to "help" mum and dad asked if we could have a "serious five minutes."He asked whether I knew that Sarah wanted a lot of mon...ey. I said I'd spoken to her, but that I didn't know the terms of her legacy."Actually, legacies," dad said. "Your Hollister grandparents, my mum and dad, left her funds in my trust till her 21st birthday. Bob Scott, left it in trust till she's 25, but I have the discretion to give it to her earlier." Good thing she was born in '93," I remarked.. Don't tell me, I don't want to know. I'd prefer to keep it this way," she told me seriously. "And my real name isn't Julie either, but ... you can call me that, or think of me by that name if you'd like."I wondered then if she wanted me to give her a fake name, but then decided it was redundant. Obviously she preferred thinking of me as "Bus Guy" perhaps, and so let it go at that.Though the bus wasn't nearly as full as it had been the previous day, the guy sitting two rows behind us concerned. "Oh...nnhggg..ow..ow" I whimpered.My hands clawed at his chest as I bit my bottom lip. He reached down placing my legs over his shoulders. His thrust were getting faster inside me."Mi.mike...oh it feels so good."He flipped me over onto my stomach. His hand scooped under me making me get to my knees. In one swift movement, his cock was back inside me. My fingers gripped the sheets of the bed. My head tilted back as his thrust threw me forward. I felt his fingers run in my hair. He gripped my. Two evenings later Michelle was working Ziggy in the main arena and had cleared all her jumps perfectly. Her and Ziggy were in perfect sync. As she cooled him down and headed to head for the stables she noticed Jimmy watching from the barn. His car was the only one in the parking area and she noticed no one else at the barns as she walked Ziggy to her tall, unsaddled her , brushed her, and put her in her stall for the evening. Jimmy stood close by and watched her work. Michelle finally asked.