She was pushing her hand in and out.I quickly realized what she was doing, and wanted to take this chance. And so, I took out my phone and captured he... fingering herself, while I rubbed my cock with my other hand.This went on for like 2 minutes. I had a rock hard erect cock. I then suddenly withdraw my hands from my trousers and then stopped recording.And then, acting as if I knew nothing and came up from my sleep, I quickly came downstairs, saying, “Sandhya, can you make me some tea”, and then. See if there’s anything else that fits.”I nodded and followed her to the stairs. It turned out to be another mistake on my part. Her thigh-high socks and short shorts left rings of flesh exposed up high on her thighs. In addition, the shorts were tight enough that I had a wonderful view of her ass as she walked ahead of me. I should have led the way, to clear my thoughts and retain some level of control.I slowed down on the stairs, desperate to give myself time to calm down. She stopped at the. "So do you think I'll pass muster, Captain?" In my best attempt at nonchalance, I replied, "You'll do." And then I grinned. There was hardly anyone visible on the simulator deck except a technician and an infostat logger who were leaning over their glowing panels. No one noticed our disheveled appearances in the dim light. I could tell that a couple of the sim bays were in use here and there. Jana marveled at the sight. It was a hangar-sized space with hundreds of room-sized black cubes grouped. I dunno man-boy to me. The shit I used to think was confidence now seems like lazyness, his bravado seems like dim-wittedness. I know he hasnt changed. Its the same him, the same shit, but Im different now. It feels dissonant, frightening. Like I thought I knew what I wanted, and it wore a leather jacket and smelled like engine-oil and booze, and rode motorcycles with a devil-may-care attitude, and bent me over those motorcycles and fucked me with that same devil-may-care attitude. But now it.