We continue to chat about it, what people saw, who it was. He turns to look me in the eyes and my face goes bright red and my cock twitches. There's n... way he doesn't know about my erection. Apparently, the guy caught jerking-off had a massive cock and a thick bush of pubes. As Tom is talking I notice that the blanket is moving up and down and he's now clearly looking at my cock and the dot of precum that's appeared on my pyjama bottoms. He's blatantly wanking.There's a minute or so of silence. One of the friends said that he liked her more than the meal, and everyone laughed, obviously except Sanjay. Who tried to fake it but couldn’t.Luckily none of them tipped more than five hundred, so Aisha’s boobs were safe. After that, they all left. Aisha stood there as they were leaving. Her father didn’t even look once towards her before leaving. But she could sense the remorse on Sanjay’s face.That night’s shift felt too long for Aisha. She somehow managed to go through it. She even spilt a. Now this was the 1970’s and if she was meeting up with friends there was basically nowhere to go. No shops open and the pubs shut at 2pm. Apart from, it looked very suspiciously like she wasn’t even wearing a bra under her blouse. She was chatting away about everything and nothing and it was difficult to get a word in. Eventually she ‘accidentally’ dropped a spoon and bent down to pick it up. As she did so her skirt rode up and she clearly displayed that as well as being bra less she had. It actually took me half an hour and cost me just over a hundred pounds, but I was as excited as I could ever remember being when she sat on my knee and unwrapped it."A Polaroid!" she laughed and parted her knees as I slipped a hand between her thighs,"Yup" my fingers found the slightly damp nylon of her panties,"As in instant pictures" Yup" a finger wormed it's way sneakily into her panties,"And no nosey photo developers to see what the subject is" Yup" the finger delved into a soft, velvety.