I walked quickly in behind, followed her to a far dark corner where she turned to me, hips thrust forward, lips open, breasts quivering as her chest h...aved. Our eyes locked as my hand moved behind her head, pulling her forward for the first touch from her moist full lips. Our lips parted, tongues flicked together, darting into each others mouths, her body moved against mine, nipples hard against my chest, pelvis grinding against my erection. I reached down for the hem of her dress, hands. Excited by all my man juice sprayed across my frim belly, he pulles his shrinking cock from my ass and rubbes his cock all over my stomach spreading my sweet man juice. He leins down and presses his lips against mine. His tongue probes the inside of my mouth. I received his mouth and tongue willingly our tongues dancing around the insides of our mouths, excited and aroused by how good this feels and surprised yet left somewhat confused to the realization of how much I enjoyed having sex with. After only a few steps however, she stopped short, her eyes widening as she felt the fluid from her nest oozing down her legs. Collecting some with her fingers, she examined it, expecting a feminine discharge, but what met her eyes, fingers and sense of smell was the unmistakable texture and odor of..."MY GOD! her mind shrieked, IT WAS REAL! But how? Why? Did he really come through the mirror?She whirled to look at the silvered surface, but only her own image stared back. As she walked toward. "Uh uh. No way. I'm not having your Queen after my ass. I'm just saying you're nuts. That is one beautiful woman. She, Diana and Arlene: three generations. And she damn sure doesn't look like any grandmother I've ever seen, and that was before Little One got to her. No wonder she wants to be called Meemi instead of grandma, or some such. In any case, you know you're going to take her sooner or later, anyway. I just think..." Alright, alright, enough about my future demise. Now what's this about.