Main man gaya. Balki main to ese waqt ka intezar kar raha tha. Hum dono kuch dur chale gaye. Ab hum tuiter ke ghar ke lift ke paas aa gaye aur ander h...o gaye. Us ne buttons press kiye lift ke jahan use jana tha. Us lift ke bilkul dawaza kholte hi aik bada sa shisha hai. Anuradha ki tuitor ka flat 4 floor pe tha. Anuradha mirror ki taraf kar ke khadi thi. Main us ke bilkul peeche tha. Wo shirt aur pant pehne hue thee. Main ne use peeche se thoda haath lagaya. Phir us ki gardan par haath le gaya.. "My turn." she said, and hoisted her short skirt up around her waist. She unbuttoned her blouse, and spilled her tits out over the top of her lacy half-cup bra. She sat back on my desk, spread her legs, and pulled aside her panties. Her cunt was red and glistening, the crotch of the panties definitely wet, and the pale blonde pubic hair darkened with moisture. "Well?" she said.I hesitated for about a nano-second, then knelt in front of her. I pushed my head between her thighs, licking the area. It was Jasmin, sitting on a piano. Jasmin was a petite Persian girl that had waist length black hair, a great figure, and perfect ass. Though her tits were nowhere as big as Hailey’s. She could be pretty boisterous and charismatic, though she had a certain gossipy schoolgirl quality. She wasn’t good enough an actor to take lead roles but she tended to flit about as an extra or messenger here or there. Quite obviously, I was surprised by this turn of events, but before I could say anything. She is 5'9'' and is voluptuous and curvy with full perky breasts, a toned stomach and a nice round bum to match. During the summer, she always comes over to stay with me, so we can have quality father daughter time together. This year, my hours required at work have been cut and therefore, my days seem slower and bit hard to deal with. With some spare time at hand, I decided to sign up for a photography course which would allow me to work at my own pace and also give me a chance to make extra.