I'm so sorry, I'm running late for a meeting I have." Yes, ma'am, you ran the light. You had plenty of time to stop. Let me see your license and regis...ration."She hands him what he asks and waits as he walks to his car.The officer scans her license and registration. When he realizes that it's Sophia Bush, he knows he can't let her go.He walks to her car and hands her her stuff. Then he clears his throat and says, "All right Miss Bush. I need you to step out of the car." What? What for? What did. Sounding a little surprised.Then I noticed that the door wasn't closed properly.I looked through the crack and I could see her sitting on the toilet, playing with her pussy.She rubbed her pussy lips, spreading them open with her fingers and rubbing the pink flesh inside before she moved up and started rubbing her clit.Back and forth between her clit and her pussy lips she went. Rubbing and spreading. Her clit and pussy lips were pink and swollen. Her fingers were wet.Then she started to plunge. Consciously, I knew that the girl in the mirror was me. That point hadbeen driven home time and time again. However, on a very deep level, asmall lingering part of me stubbornly refused to believe it. Admittedly,she mimed my gestures in faultless synchronization, pouted when Ipouted, grinned when I grinned, raised her arm when I raised mine, spokein her voice when I tried to speak in mine, but that was of coursepreposterous. Magic spells and suits capable of changing the shape andidentity of a. Her fingers now clearly slipping inside that wondrous slit, the very place I had once come from so many years ago. She probed herself, fingering, teasing, and toying with her clit as she further spread herself, knowing full well as she did so that my face was now only inches away from her sex. As close as she was, I could smell the intoxicating aroma of her arousal, adding to my own. Her clit big as life, so hard, juicy and shiny as she took the essence of herself, using that to smear about the.