Let me help you 1

"Hey dipshit, why the fuck are you sitting there? Jack snarled, looking like a rabid dog.

"Why? To understand better, Allie is teaching me." Samir said smugly as he sat down beside Allie, scooting closer to her. He put the camera (his bag) looking directly at them. Somehow, he could sense that that's what the camera wanted.

"It's okay, Jack, Samir needs special attention." Allie chimed in, agreeing with Samir, which made Jack's mood more sour. For the love of god, he couldn't understand why the fuck Samir is sitting with his girlfriend, inside his home! How did this even happen!

Unfortunately for Jack, this was just the start of a long, long torturous journey.

They were all sitting down around a table placed on the floor. Jack and Allie faced each other, and Samir was sitting, almost clinging to Allie. Controlling himself from not touching her bulging chest, taking in her perfume like smell.

Some time passed without any new incident. Samir was getting restless as he couldn't find any opportunity to work his magic. Allie was diligently trying to make him understand Maths, and Jack was scowling at him, as usual. How can anyone focus on the calculus when the biology of Allie's tits was distracting him all the time!!

Just as he was about to do something, Jenny knocked and came inside with a tray of orange juice.

"Thought you kids might be thirsty," she said cheerfully, her cheongsam straining as she bent to place the tray on Jack's desk. The plunging neckline offered Samir a perfect view of her creamy cleavage, beads of sweat glistening in the valley between her breasts.

Samir then thought something and saw his chance. As Jenny straightened up, he lunged for a glass, deliberately fumbling his grip. The orange juice splashed across Allie's white shirt, soaking the thin fabric instantly. It clung to her skin, turning translucent and outlining every curve of her heavy breasts and stiffened nipples..

Her bra getting clearly visible under the transparent shirt, Allie gasped, jumping back as the cold liquid seeped through.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" Samir exclaimed, scrambling for tissues while keeping the camera bag angled toward Jenny.

His hands trembled as he pressed a wad of napkins against Allie's chest, not to absorb the juice, but to feel the weight of her breasts beneath the soaked fabric. He lingered too long, fingers digging into soft flesh under the pretence of dabbing. Allie froze, confusion flickering across her face as Samir's thumb brushed her nipple through the wet shirt.

"Let me help you, He kept digging his fingers more and more into her white boobs, getting a feel of the soft, fleshy mounds, although it was above the shirt and the bra, her breasts still felt extremely satisfying to touch, roaming his hands around her chest freely.

Allie tried to stop him, to say that it's okay, but Samir was only helping, right? Looking at the flustered and worried face of his, she somehow calmed down and told him It's okay.

"You don't have to, Samir. I will take care of it"

On the other hand, Jack wasn't so forgiving.

"Get your fucking hands off her!" Jack roared, launching himself across the room. His fist swung wildly toward Samir's head, fuelled by the image of Samir's dirty hands touching his girlfriend's tits, which even he hadn't the privilege to.

Samir flinched, bracing for the blow, praying that it wouldn't hurt a lot. But it never landed.

Jenny moved with surprising speed, stepping between them like a protective shield. Her soft hands stopped Jack mid-action.