I purchased an antique mirror from an estate sale that afternoon and I was able to secure it for a very modest price. The turn- out for the sale was ...oor because of a downpour of cold wind driven rain. That evening the wind had let up and the rain had changed to a fine mist with patches of fog. My purchase was an oval floor mirror that was a large heavy piece which weighed in at 225 lbs. or better. The mirror was 8′ high by 3′ wide and was ornate with carvings of leaves, birds and flowers. . Reflecting back at me was a penis; fully lengthened, sticking out rigid, tortured, and inflamed. This mother and daughter duo had somehow teased me; mentally taken me back to my adolescence, and primed for a sexual mystery like none before. “Maybe,” I thought, “maybe I could ask Jen to just use her hand and let me spew my tension onto the bathroom tile? I could even do it myself, in front of her, if she’d let me.” It seemed for a brief moment like sound reasoning; however, her words about. Her face was lit up in sexual heat. Her dusky complexions were shining and face shimmering with anticipation. A thorough bred adulterous Tamil woman in heat. Her eyes were slightly closed and she was rapidly biting her lower lip. Her lovely dark curly hair fell all around her face which she brushed up making her breasts those lovely fleshy globes, round and large and firm. Her nippies long and hard straining for attention. Pooja had a lovely flat abdomen area. Her navel was dark and deep asking. So I finally pound that pussy hard and fast. Just as I am about to cum I pull my cock out and spready her ass cheeks apart and point to the head of my cock to the rim of her asshole. I am now pumping cum in her asshole. But she isnt here so back to reality. But I still need to bust a nut. So I turn on the video she picked out for me of us fucking. She chose the one with my rock hard cock, I am laying on my back on the floor. She starts sucking on my balls and strokes me making me.