When I was on my way to put the clothes upstairs, I heard Laveena aunty calling me. She was with a bucket in her hand, with clothes. She asked me whet...er I could put her clothes also to dry. I agreed. I put my clothes and when I was ready with her bucket, I was surprised. She put all her secret dresses in that bucket, like panties and bra. As none was there, I took them and enjoyed looking at them, imagining that Veena was also there in those dresses. Anyway I put them also to dry. My dick. "I could jack you off," Barbara managed to say, barely believing she'd said it. He laughed. "That'll do for a start. Wait here." He turned back to his patrol car and a moment later the flashing blue lights went out, plunging the lot into a darkness illuminated only by the parking lights of both their cars. It was enough light to see him opening his pants and pulling out his cock. Barbara felt she should have been shocked by his boldness, but all she could do was stare at the thick. A flood of adrenaline and nervousness twisted Sean’s insides leaving him giddy and sick at once. He scanned the maze of faces moving inside the dimly lit space. The tension gripped tighter when his eyes landed on Noah Blake’s wrist guard then jumped to the vacant seat next to him. In a few days Noah would take his rightful place in Wired for Sound just in time to start touring as the opening act for the rock gods he and his band mates worshipped half of their lives. But until then the kid. ”She shook her head, as if trying to get a cobweb out of her hair, or a voice out of her ear.“I was wondering if I could watch you ... y’know. If I could watch you.”“Watch me what?”She sighed, exasperated. I sort of knew what she was talking about, but didn’t want to say it in case I was wrong.“Watch you ... y’know. /Masturbate/.”“Anne!” I was genuinely shocked. I’d never heard her use such language. I don’t even know if she’d ever used such language before. It certainly didn’t roll off her.