Uhuru, embarrassed, stayed in the water."No, it's we who should go," offered Aunt Jane. "Uh, this is Uhuru M'Boto. He's my boyfriend." Oh, it's great ...o meet you, Uhuru," said Jill, trying to break the ice. "I'm Jill and this is my husband, Joe." Yes, Joe is my nephew," said Aunt Jane, finally coming to her senses and remembering her manners. "He lives here with me now that his parents are gone."Uhuru hesitatingly stepped out of the pool to greet Jill and me."Hello, Uhuru. I'm very, very. “H-how?!” She hesitated. “I want you to … to masturbate to the pictures!” His mind raced, trying to find some clue that she was joking. Stripping is one thing but actually being asked to do this is ridiculous. Once again he sighed into his fate. “Do you want me to go into the bathroom or something?” “No. Here. In front of me.” “In front of you?!” She smiled smugly. “Are you going to do it or not?” He sat and stared down at the stack of photographs. Flicking through them slowly as his hand. She went into my bedroom, and I followed her. Right when she entered in my bedroom, I hugged her from behind. There was a soft moan from her. She was wearing a saree. I took its pallu from her shoulder and let it drop. I softly kissed her shoulders. I knew that she was enjoying it. I moved to her neck. That was unbearable for her. I cupped her soft unexplored boobs (Her husband never enjoyed her boobs) and the moan from her was so intimidating. Without breaking the kiss on her neck, I unhooked. When my reading was finished, I glanced over at Professor Wentworth. His opinion was the only one I truly cared about. His eyes studied me for a few moments. Then, he clapped his hands - slowly, yet with heart. "Bravo, Miss Carolyn. Bravo."No doubt, my rosy cheeks flushed a deeper red from his compliment. I walked back to my desk, keenly aware of my fellow classmates' eyes upon me.Once seated, the boy behind me leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "That was bloody brilliant."I whispered,.