My hard nipples hidden from sight. Locked behind the leather of his belt. Fastening it under my arm. I inhale deeply, as Adam watches, my chest heaves... flesh bulging over the tight leather, breasts pressed tightly together. Still looking up at him, I watch as his eyes get as large as saucers of milk, his jaw drops. I know he has to be thinking, ‘What the fuck!’ and smile at the thought, knowing of the surprise I have in store for him. Leaning forward, my nose pressed against his hard on. ”Uh– yeah– sure,” he said, still a little shell shocked by this unexpected turn of events. A half hour ago his little blonde fox ran out on him. And now he was about to get fucked by his sister’s boyfriend.I pulled my dick out of Neha’s bottom and had Vishal assume the same position. Man, was his young butt ever cute, exposed like that, smooth but rippling with muscles. Like a lot of actors, Vishal was athletic and had himself a lean, muscled body. “Neha? Turn around and hold yourself open,” I. Khan did not sit down. “You surprised me kavita. I didn’t think that I would catch you of all people readinga magazine behind your textbook. You did so well with Voltaire last semester, why not Shakespeare? It’s a much easier read, in my opinion.”“Candide was fun,” she replied with a grimace. “Midsummer’s Night Dream?—not so much.” She pulled on her skirt more, uncomfortable with the way Mr. khan was staring disapprovingly at her bare legs.Or was he checking her out?The thought made her smirk;. I was stressed out that day. I had attended an opening the night before and had stayed with some clients drinking wine, talking business, boring myself but sticking it out to the last. When I got home Michael was asleep but snoring loudly from a cold he had picked up a few days before. Despite the wine, I found it difficult to fall asleep, listening to his noise, waiting for the wheeze. When it was time to rise, my mouth was dry, my eyes sore and I had stayed in bed too late to shower. I can’t.