I always remember this beautiful gimmick of the mirror also if at the end i have had a small mockery :-P, but I could not certainly curse our mother :...P, also because if in that moment that my mother had covered me that beautiful vision the luck had turned my back so to speak :-P, little time before of this episode always thanks at the nice tunics for the house of my sister, over to the episode of the best erection of my life namely that she was sitted on a chair with legs nude and white open. She was surrounded by drawings and sketchbooks, many of which had been torn apart. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she repeated, “Shit. Garbage. Sophomoric. Crap.”“Kate! What are you doing? Don’t ruin your art!” I yelled as I rushed toward her.“Stay away! Liars! Liars! All of you are liars! It’s all garbage!”“That’s not true, Kate. I love your art.”“Don’t patronize me. You of all people. You with so much talent you have to hide it. Nothing I have will ever be as good as yours. You told me. We cleaned up with the beach towel we had and fell asleep holding each other tight enough we never wanted to move. The next morning we awoke and heard everyone else awake and talking at the table. We got dressed and went out to join them and Bonnie’s mom said ‘Oh you two looked so cute together last night we didn’t want to wake you.’ Justin said ‘You two sounded like you were up all night.’ Lana yelled ‘Justin.’ Her parents just looked at us as we sat down at the table. Bonnie had her hands. “You look hot and fuckable honey, very fuckable,” my man mutters as he goes to his dressing room to prepare for our guests. When I go to see what he is going to wear he is naked with a roaring erection sorting through clothes on the rack. “Did I give you that honey?,” I tease, already aware of his thick, nine-inch erection while he was oiling me, as I watch him deciding which cock ring he is going to slide onto his erection, before I leave to freshen my make up.Five minutes later I hear him.