My face grew red as I realized she’d caught me. “Well, Brett – whaddya think. Should we just install a surround and make a pool out of it,�...� she said, her hands spreading outward, gesturing to the water that covered the floor. I quickly glanced down, as her movement displayed her chest even more prominently. I looked over the floor, covered with about a half inch of water, towels placed in the doorways to prevent it seeping outside the room. Smiling, I looked up at her, making contact. I told him I'd try to meet him at noon on Monday and left to read more of Paterson's book. I wanted to finish it over the weekend, so I'd be prepared on a tangential topic when I went to UNSW.I had no trouble finding the Law Building at UNSW, nor the "Gilbert + Tobin Centre of Public Law" on the third floor. The door was marked "Sean Brennan, Director of the Indigenous Legal Issues Project" so I knocked. I was told to "Come in." Professor Brennan?" Only a Senior Lecturer. I presume you're Mr.. "There," she said as she turned around, her already short top even more scrunched up and low leaving nothing to my imagination, "you can now have a good look"She then laughed as I suddenly panicked realising I had left my book in the other room . . ."Umm, well mmm, umm" I mumbled and then when weak as she hooked her finger under my chin and pulled me in . . .. . . I seemed to be floating as she led me deeper into the room. I looked at her again and then started to hunger for her smooth satin. Anil was already ready to step out when his mom stepped out of the bathroom. Only a towel was draped over her body. Anil thought he should use his force, remove that towel, pin her to the bed, put his cock in her, and fuck her like a wild dog. But he wiped out those thoughts again. Thanks to his conscience.He just let that be an eventful morning. What if he forces himself on her and doesn’t even get handjobs and blowjobs after that? He wanted his cock in her mouth more. He wanted this after.