With that I stood up and walked out, exhausted. Don gave me a smile and went back in after me, I was beat. I sat down and finished a mystery drink of ...ack and who knows what else. Hours later, after I'd passed out I went upstairs to have a shower, they'd passed out on my bed with me and when I came back they were sober as was I, if not a little hung over and she was shovelling his cock, which was bigger than expected into her mouth on the side of my bed. He sprang up to cover up and she pulled. ‘What about them?’ ‘I look really tan!’ she answered, delighted, bouncing up and down on her toes. ‘What’s the deal with this mirror? Where did you get it?’ ‘I won it as a prize, actually,’ he answered. ‘I’m not sure how it works. I really don’t know how it’s possible.’ ‘Me neither,’ Jenni replied. ‘It’s not blurry or dark or anything, so I don’t understand how it hides the things I don’t like. But I love it!’ ‘It does more than that,’ Brian said, his voice suddenly a little more airy. He. All the while I hear groans of pleasure from Vince. He is loving it.Soon my nose is buried in his short, trimmed pubes. I gag slightly. Not too much but a little. I let his cock sit in my mouth and deep in my throat for a few seconds before I raise my head and start bobbing my head at a steady pace, varying depth and pace trying to get this guy off!In the room all you can hear is Vince's soft moaning and the sounds off me slurping and sliding all over his now slobbery cock. "Wow boy, you have. Tariq started coming to your house too.” “Tariq?” I said, wondering why the name seemed familiar. “Yes, Mr. Tariq teaches the painting course your wife was taking.” Salma said. “Oh yes, her teacher. Tall old man?” I asked. Salma checked the paper, and said, “Yes. Mr. Tariq, age 62, 6 ft 2, white hair, medium built. Instead of your wife, he started doing the portrait. Apparently so that your wife could submit it and complete the course.” “What? Why?” I said dumbfounded. Shilpa always complained.