I fondled the vagina labia while my hands slid under her tight jersey looking for my treasured prize: I had been longing for these tits and began to p...nch the nipples softly; hard to believe, I checked myself if they were so firm and stiff as they looked. I amused myself by rubbing and touching those beautiful breasts. She didn’t cease to moan, sigh, panting softly. You guys can picture an image of we both fucking while she still wore her high heels and pants down. Her thong wasn’t touched by. The second I started to get a chill he was right back in my personal space. I swear it was like we had done this a million times before he knew my body like he had ever studied it. He grabbed the back of my head and started to kiss me again as he turned me around. He sat down on the weight bench and slid his long legs between mine. He parted the lips of my pussy and slid his fingers around until he found "her" when he did I let out a high pitched moan and he simply said "mmm hmmm" He rubbed. I thought the neighbor’s grandson might enjoy it, plus I thought Belinda might enjoy it to. That way that mirror I sold her would have a bit of a story. Even if the story is a fantasy and a weird fabrication of my mind. On that note here is my little tale. **************** A couple of weeks after I sold that mirror to Belinda, a friend, and I use the term friend loosely, told me I made a huge mistake selling the mirror. He had always admired it and he was like some people we knew that would. ”“Oh, Sam wants something all right,” she whispered against my wet nipple.I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud and giving us away. Sam moved back up to my lips, but we were smiling too hard to kiss. “Did I mention you get to sleep with me in my bed tonight?”Sam’s eyes flickered with amusement. “You’re gonna cum so hard.”“Promises, promises,” I said and grabbed my t-shirt. I got my puffies back in it my bra and slipped on the shirt. “Come on, let me buy these shirts for us and.