I position myself and my computer where I could see it but nobody else around could see what I was watching. Ear buds in letting only me hear my movie... I could still hear Angel when she talked to me. We were talking about her and boys that has done things with her. I asked her how old she was and she told me to tell her how old I thought she was.I told her that she looks older but I think she’s about sixteen. She was smiling and blushing red. No Mr. Chuck, I’m not sixteen, I’m just about to be. ‘Was it Jordan Bentley?’ He asked watching me put my clothes on. ‘Whose that?’ I ask. ‘No, can’t be him…. lemme see…’ ‘Dude, can we just go back to the assignment?’ I say getting a little irritated. ‘Well I think I got the right to know. You wouldn’t let me hit it first, but you let some other dude you don’t even know fuck you?’ he said, his voice sounding agitated. I didn’t know what else to say, so I didn’t say anything. I sat down and began looking at the math book again. ‘So your not. I'd stayed over at a friend's house and after a nice leisurely breakfast I headed home so that I would be back home before dark. I had to be at work the next day and wanted plenty of rest.I was driving along Highway 1 when I first saw her. And boy, was she a vision. It had been raining all morning and the woman who stood there beside the road was drenched. Her thin silk dress was plastered to her shapely body and her raven hair was matted to her skull as if she'd been swimming.I quickly decided. Motu is a hesitant middle-aged uncle. He had a half-hearted fuck with a big tit fair girl with no expressions. The girl was so depressing that Motu couldn't even cum. Later, the director had to use a body double of Motu to conclude the fucking.But, Motu didn't lose heart and pursued lovemaking with Bansuri.Being a pro; Bansuri starts with a good blowjob and holds Motu's dick with confidence. Her stylist ring on long finger make the handjob shot perfect.Motu mounts Bansuri and his lean erection.