. I love that cock in my hot ass!”Mike was banging powerfully into her, buffeting her head against the back of the couch. His lower body slapped aga...nst her ass, and she grabbed his swinging balls in one hand, squeezing them hard enough to make her son yelp, but in pleasure instead of pain.“Hot cock ... big balls!” Lisa groaned. “I love them, your hot cock and your big balls! You’ve got to come up my ass ... I want that come juice flooding my fucking hot asshole, darling!”Mike could hardly wait. He held in his hand pandora’s mirror. If he opened it up he would unleash its contents into his mind. Or maybe it was Schrodinger's mirror. Until he looked into it, he lived in a state in which last night's events had both happened and not happened.He opened the mirror and brought it up to look at himself. Seeing his soft blue eyes, his familiar and all too feminine face. And to his absolute horror, bruises on his neck in the shape of a hand. It was real. It had all been real. He turned around,. "I looked at her and she turned and grinned, "fuck buddy."I began undressing with her and she laid back when she was done. She held out her arms, "I have been thinking about this all day."I moved over her and felt her hand guide my hard cock. I slowly pushed and forced it into her and she wiggled, tilted her hips and tried to spread her legs more. I settled on her and began to hump and press and rub. She grunted and put her arms around me while her tight pussy gripped my cock.After a couple of. But she bought a banana 'for dessert' and as soon as they were back at the premises, not only was her shirt mysteriously open at the top again, she devoured the banana in a way that made George's dick actually leak so much his jeans darkened slightly.Mid-afternoon the buzzer sounded and Jennie for the first time fulfilled her role as receptionist. It was a delivery man with yet more equipment. A distracted but relieved George saw Jennie button up her shirt. "Don't worry Mr. Sanders," she said.