I flipped it to a blank page as silently as I could and started sketching. The lines came easily to me, which was unusual. I always had a terrible tim...e with drawing anything realistic. My obsession with drawing the little details had always worked against me and I wound up overworking the images until they were just a mess. I sketched the rough outline of her face as lightly as I could. Then I focused on her small hand, drawing out and shading her long, delicate fingers. There were so many. Each time he gave her a compliment it was returned with a smile.The next day seemed like the day before. Aunt Laura had not left yet. She was on her way out the house, and was running late due to the rain. She did stop and give a hug and kiss before heading out under the cover of an umbrella held by a coach driver.The knowledge of having to spend the day inside brought a sigh of displeasure. The only prospects were to finish his studies and read. By late afternoon the boredom had set on and he. I figured out that I she must also have forgotten her bra and panty along with her towel. So after finding her towel I also took her bra and panty both black colored back to her but didn’t gave them to her and started teasing her by offering her but not giving the towel to her.She started saying that she will catch cold in winters and also she is almost dried up. I expressed my concern and again started laughing I gave her panty and bra and told her to change as she is almost dried up she. The camera man stepped back and surveyed the scene. His eyes linger over my lips before shaking his head and pulled Enizo face closer to mine. It was like Enizo was going to whisper something dirty into my ears. My pussy was getting damped with excitement. After a few shoots the camera man yelled “no! this isn’t working! Look at you!” he pointed at me. “you look like a dead fish, show some passion!The camera man winked at Enizo and suddenly, I felt Enizo’s fingers slip inside my panty. My.