" I did one boy in my hands. He squirted on my dress." If you keep rubbing me, I will too," I told her, putting my hand on hers, stopping her."I let o...e rub my hair on his thing," she whispered, "but he did not come. He wept." Poor boy," I said, bending to kiss her much more firmly, open mouthed, filling a hand with her ripe breast."Another," she said when her mouth was free, "rubbed it between my legs and he spurted out into the grass." I gently pinched her nipple."Shall I show you another. It's all very strange. Unleashing my emotions has dredged up all sorts of interesting desires inside of me.”“You're okay with me fucking my...” My voice trailed off. Of course she was. I told her to be okay with me fucking other women including my mother.Sam nodded. “Yes I find myself quite keen to observe and, perhaps, to learn more about coitus.”“Lover?” Mom purred, her hand playing with my cock trapped in my jeans. “Have you two finally shared your feelings for each other?” She beamed at us.. Either they watched Cheryl?s face in the reflection or lookeddirectly at her as she was waking up. Her eyes wandered momentarily, then fixedon her own reflection with a quizzical stare. Just like the movies when someoneor something does not initially recognize its own image in a mirror, Cheryl?sown movements revealed to her the identity of the blonde slut in themirror.? It was herself! ???? She squealed as she recognized herself,clutching at her clothes and hair. She was looking at a handful of. Anna grabbed a hair scrunchie from the top of the makeup table andpulled Jordan's hair back. She then wrapped the scrunchie around thehair and pulled it up to make a high Ponytail. She fiddled around withit a little and then back away from him smiling."You look amazing!" Anna said as she pointed at the mirror.Jordan was finally able to turn and face the mirror.He looked at his reflection and opened his mouth in shock.He couldn't believe how he looked. Everything was really casual, theclothes,.