He kicked off his shoes and went into the shower --"Hey, Tommy make me a cup of expresso when I come out!"I went busily about making the expresso."Man...that smells good, Tommy"The shower was still running, I wanted to bring it to him in the bathroombut he had the door locked!Rats!He stepped out took the coffee said thanks and gave me a smile and wentback in the bathroom!When he next came out he was wearing a pair of white loose boxer shorts,nothing else!He tussled my hair and went into my folk's. Some innocent baby-face pudge. But also a glaze of vaginal fluids and eyes that look beyond stoned; this kid is blacked out. He realizes now that he's being filmed. This is how he reacts: he grins widely, raises one hand to the person behind the cell phone and gives the camera man a high five. A voice says, "Dude, you don't know where that hand's been..." The man goes back to his work.The camera is moving over to the woman at the other end of the couch, her head bobbing up and down. She rolls. She’s of unusual parentage being half Iraqi, her dad and half Vietnamese, her mother. She and I had been in the same year since she moved into the area. We had often been seated in class together because of the alphabetizing of our names, and therefore were often project partners. One year we had a particularly complicated science project to accomplish and we decided it would be better if we did our work at each other’s houses as we didn’t have enough time during school hours.About a week. I stuck out my tongue, probing the sheer fabric, and the soft flesh beneath. "Here," she said, "Let me help you." She moved the fabric aside for me, and this time I buried my tongue inside her. Shriya squealed with delight, as I ran my tongue along her pussy, up to her clit. "I've been thinking about this all day," I said. "Mm, me too," Shriya cooed softly. She turned around, so her ass was in my face, then slid down my body. She began to give me a lap dance, grinding my cock beneath my.