He rummaged around in the pantry for a few minutes, but managed to hide the items he had procured behind his back, and then behind the mirror. The mir...or reflected the glistening folds of my cunt. I looked at it for the first time as Chris looked on. It was deeply red, shining...open. Thin I caught a glimpse of my face in that mirror. I was wearing the same fascinated expression, the same glazed look I'd seen on Rob's face a dozen times!Chris didn't have that look, though. Just me. He was more. “Be serious,” I said when we stopped laughing. “I am!” she said indignantly, her breasts going all of a quiver. “I said that as a student I think that you had learned a lot here. As a boy, well I said he’s a man in all things and that I was sure that I was in love with you.” “Is that why your choice of futon is always the furthest away from his?” she asked. I couldn’t answer that. Then, “You know that you have interacted with the others, and that he has too. Did you see him in the act of. I handed her a piece of coin stock with a coin blank punched out and the blank from the hole.Pictures of the hydraulic coin stamper ... for that one I hand her the dies I had made with the CNC minimill in my playroom.Then pictures of all the crews at the Mint, the loading dock men, the guards, the office staff, the roller mill people, the stamp machine crew and finally me handing Mr. Adams the check to pay for the process...and that's when she got this chin on the floor and eyes like owls. I. He ran a finger over the thin material, feeling her hotand wet for him. “Want it?” he whispered. She was gripping his shoulders, leaning into his body.“Yes,” she answered simply.He swept the panties, black silk with little red laceroses, down and lifted her up, settling her on the rimof the shelf that held three wash hand basins.Her breath was escaping in excite little gasps, herscent coming off her in waves.His lips captured her mouth with hungry urgency. Herarms curled.