The fact that this was not a porn movie, but a homemade one makes it even hotter. I observed that Chetan started getting a little uncomfortable with h...s again hardened cock in his shorts. So I told him, “Let the rod free, Chetan. It needs some air.”He replied, “But how can I do it in front of you, bhaiyya.” Then I asked him if he never removed it in front of his friends. Listening to this gets him a little shocked.Then I again burst into laughter and said, “You have to learn a lot, my boy. When. Ken retired to the living room with the sisters and they spent the evening watching an old movie.Ken had never seen "Looking for Mr. Goodbar" and was amazed that his prim and proper history teacher was not scandalized at the story line. He spent most of the evening blushing and trying to hide his growing erection. Both sisters, of course, got a good look at his package despite his futile attempts at camouflage.When the movie was over Marta turned to the young man, "It has been a wonderful day. Naked, I stood in front of the sink, staring at myself in the mirror as I stroked my cock, ashamed of my weakness, thrilled at the danger as I urged my cum. For her. Her pink nipples, her parted legs, the luscious glistening peach between them. I groaned as I recalled her fingers, slipping from her pussy, slick and webbed with her excitement, and I shot my load, urgent and almost painful, across the sink, grunting.Guilt wracked me immediately. I mentally scolded myself again as I panicked,. “Ok, which one?” I said with a twitch in my balls and grin on my face. Without hesitation she quietly whispered number “23” who just happened to be one of the black boy on the team. I grew another inch and was starting to buck my hips trying not to crash. “Oh you like that eeh honey, you like that I just creamed my pants fantasizing about that fresh hot hung black cock in my hand instead of your little one there” squeezing me again as a drip of precum dribbled out. “Oh ya, I do need a bigger.