In that time, that tear had traversed its way down myface to drip off my now softer chin and dripped down to the sink beneathme. Despite her sadness,...the face that stared back at me was beautiful,breath-taking even. I was captivated by her, yet she was me.With my hands between my thighs, I could feel my cock becomeinappropriately hard just looking at that face. Although I could tell itfelt smaller, I wanted those lips in the mirror to wrap around my dick,but in reality they were attached to. And how would this work, if I agree of course?’ Well great questions, to answer the first one ‘why’ it is in two parts really, 1. First part, why not, aren’t two head better than one. Especially, when it comes to solving problems that would come up from issues in this business, I know that I don’t have ‘college smarts'(yet), but what I do have are ‘street smarts’. We would be a great combo, I’m not saying that we would have to always agree, especially since you are the boss, and I would do. Looking between the girl’s open thighs, Isabella saw her sweet pussy glistening with wetness. The hairless lips were parted, and a tiny trickle of juice ran down to her pink, puckered anus. At the top of her slit the lovely little nub of her clit was erect and protruding from its hood. Isabella dipped her fingers into the jar of cocoa butter and scooped out a generous dollop. Therese moaned around the dildo as Bella spread the ointment over her shaved mound and along the plump outer lips. The. The red light of the digital clock shows 2:54 AM. A lone street light shines in through the window. It’s a rainy November evening. The only sound, besides the soft fall of the rain outside, is the steady in and out of my breathing. As I settle back in to sleep more I realize there’s another sound. More breathing. I turn to my right and see you. Your back is to me. I smile. I love the way your hair spills on the pillow under your head. I turn on my side to look at you. You neck is exposed more.