"Oh, that tickles, Robin," she giggled, trying to keep her position.My left hand drifted down to her left tit, and I squeezed on it for a moment as I ...inished her face. After roughly the fiftieth lick, my tongue went back in my mouth, and I leaned my head on her shoulder. Soon after that, we both lied down together and cuddled.We just enjoyed the silence for a moment, and she encased her arms around me. I couldn't help, but to smile widely and smooch her chest numerous times. After five. The mirror was less then a foot away from the wallyet looked as if it were flush with the glass. Itlooked like an opening into another room. Jack beganto think that perhaps it was a path way to anotherworld or even another universe; one where he was borna woman, not a man.He said, "Perhaps we could." What?" She looked at him with her tough guy look.Jack raised his right arm to the mirror. When hetried to touch the surface it did not feel hard likeglass. It felt like nothing was there except he. Consciously, she was confused as to why he had stopped her. Instinctually, she complied, for her body knew what was coming. Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts as he positions himself between her legs, a thousand concerns as he stared down her sweaty form, a thousand reasons to stop him before he went too far. But all those thoughts evaporated as she felt the tip of his manhood pressing against her thin maidenhood. Her hymen bowed as the head of his cock pressed against it. She looked down. A buddy of mine was first dating a girl and I went out with them and this girl's friend. The girl's friend was turned off (or intimidated) by my intellect. I forget what she said to her friend or how it was re-packaged for my ears, but after this first outing she did not hook up with me because she thought I was too much of a brain (or some such crap). I was not overly attracted to her. She did have a nice figure - thin and toned. Even though I had always been attracted to curvier women, I.