There'd been no threat in his tone. No more than the force of his ardent what ifs. His grip had merely been firm enough to suggest he had the strength...to hold her, but giving her room to pull free if she chose. The whisper, she knew, had been because the elevator was crowded.She hadn't turned - hadn't pulled away – but smiled to herself at his clandestine audacity.She reached up along her body and touched the hollow at the base of her throat, simply feeling her breath go in and out a moment or. And, some of the girls who seem to dress the sexiest and seem to carry the reputation for putting out the most, they're the ones who really aren't engaging in that much sex after all; they're just wanting everyone to think they are. So, what things appear on the surface is definitely not reality in many cases. Lauren was going to prove to be a classic example of that.Lauren was a classic example of the "good girl" who wanted everybody to think that but underneath she was a wanton lusty young. So, I jumped up and went into the small half bath that was in the family room. I knew that on the counter was a small vanity mirror, which I brought back. I sat with my legs crossed once again facing Heather and I held the mirror in front of me. I moved it down in front of my cock. I think it was a funny sight because as I held it in front of me, tip of my cock was looming just above the mirror. I told her to aim the mirror at her pussy so she could see between her legs, which she did. I told. Always thought it was a good thing when my parents built this house that most of the bedrooms have there own bathroom. Ah now that that’s done. Time to grab breakfast.I slip on my pink cat slippers and open my bedroom door and head down the hall to the back stairs to head down to the kitchen. This was a convenient touch to the house as it allows us to get downstairs to the kitchen without having to go to the main parts. So if my parents have guests over or whatever then we will not be.