The sexual tension that was building up in the room was almost unbearable so I started rubbing his package through his trousers as I massaged my own. ...He leaned across and planted a big sloppy kiss on my waiting lips, the bristly hairs of his mustache felt amazing against my nose and upper lip. We made out for a bit before unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, allowing my hand to reach into his underwear to get his cock out. I played with it some more as we both caught some more eyefuls. The same night I got another wechat message from Lulu. She was stranded at night because she got off her bus at the wrong bus stop. I didn't know whether she was flirting with me or being serious about being stranded. Anyways, I drove out yet again and found her. She was glad to see me and I felt so much sexual tension. It felt like she wanted to rip me apart.We got back to her place and she invited me in for some soup. I said yes, not for the soup, but for a chance to fuck this girl. I was. .oh, I guess that one's just me. Never mind. Anyhow, as I was opening the door I was immediately faced with a huge bouquet of flowers. Underneath, I spied a pair of very shapely legs attached to a cute torso leading to a pair of straining arms. I looked on appreciatively when I was caught staring. The face of the mystery person revealed itself to me when she glanced to the side, albeit with much difficulty, and glared. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of green, I managed to note. My mom's voice,. But he did do his own developing, I think. He, uh, died when I was young.”She took a momentary pause in her work to size me up. “I’m sorry to hear that.”“Is there a particular camera that would be better to use?”“What have you been using to take your pictures?”For a second I wondered how she knew that I was doing any photography. Then I remembered the survey at the beginning of class.“A Nikon SLR.”“That will do.”“I’m interested in learning about some of the other ones, too. Can I bring them in.