Her new wardrobehowever, screamed girly-girl. She now wore a matching, pink lace braset, the cups providing a healthy amount of lift, making her girl... seemeven more feminine and imposing. Above it was a Pink camisole tank top,the straps covering so little that you could still easily make out hertan lines from her and Dave's first encounter. The skirt was short, butnot to the point of being whorish; it came to about an inch above herknees and showed off her gorgeous, tan legs, freshly shaven. "You piqued my interest," she explained. I liked the sound of that."Well then. . ." I said and stood in front of her as she sat on the edge of the bed, my zipper in front of her face. She responded to this universal symbol for "get started" by stroking my cock through my jeans. When she had me semi-hard, she undid my zipper while I removed my belt. I wore no underwear, so my penis flopped out and she kissed the tip. Then looking up at me, she wrapped her lipstick-red lips around the head. Once we finished, I gathered up the rubbish and took it out to the bins, when I came back in she was pouring two glasses of wine.“Just a little thank you” she said with a smile offering me a glass“Thanks” I said taking the glass “Cheers” I said and we clinked glasses.“So have you managed to find a lucky lady yet” she asked out of nowhereI was a bit stunned by the question “No, no, no” I said a bit embarrassed“How have you not met someone yet, your the nicest person I think I've ever met, your a. Nothing seemed of great value. As Mark turned away to get cleaned up henoticed one more item out of the corner of his eye. It was draped inburlap and had looked like it was part of the inside wall. Mark pulledit out and began uncovering it. It was a mirror, incredibly beautifullymade. It was also quite large. He sat in front of it as he stood it upon end, using the old burlap to gently clean the glass."That's odd." Mark spoke out loud, "It looks like a mirror, but I can'tsee my own reflection.