Irene gasped in an unwilled protest as I began to withdraw my finger. The tight rubbery walls of her inner rectal flesh seemed to cling to my finger p...otestingly and my cock throbbed with anticipation as I imagined how that hot channel would squeeze it when I was in her. Her body jerked from the sharp pop as my finger left her completely, then lurched forward as I rolled back on top of her and my finger was suddenly replaced by the blood-filled tip of my cock, prodding right up against the. We couldn't stop kissing and thanking each other for tonight. She asked if I was ok with everything and I told her I had never witnessed anything so erotic and that I was so proud of her. She smiled, comfortable now with my response. Then, finally for me, she reached down and grabbed my own hard cock and directed it to her wet opening. She said, "OK baby, go ahead, put it in me and fuck me like a loving husband should. I want your cum to mix with his." She didn't have to ask twice and I easily. He had accepted the panties she gave him when they were still dating. Hehad to agree to "not see anyone else" of course she still dated other men.She had told him she would and she kept her word. He would wait for hercall before they went out, she would pick him up and drive him. He wouldcarry her purse for her and she would often allow him a good night kiss.If they went to a club she would dance with the men there and share withhim the things they would say about him, referring to him as her. “I’ve got boobs!” He looks exactly like the creature in his dreams.It takes a moment for his brain to catch up when he puts his hand over his mouth. His voice ... his voice isn’t his. Incredibly it almost sounds like Thea’s.“What is this?” he asks the reflection.The reflection of himself, or rather of himself in disguise, smiles back at him. He steps back, shocked and unsure if he just saw what he saw. His confirmation comes when his reflection doesn’t move with him. Instead, it stands there.