He looked at thebeers in his plastic bag, and as he passed a hobo, gave them to himinstead. No more of that for now. The air was refreshing and coo... and ithelped him think. He had gone strange in the apartment, that was all - hewasn't really thinking about the mirror girl, or what it was like to beher, and to be in the presence of that ma-.No, no more of that, he thought, as he got to his block of flats.He entered the flat and went straight to his room, without stopping once.He looked in. Tiffany felt strangely at peace lying there naked with her formerboss, his head resting on her steadily deflating boobs. It wasdisgusting, but also somehow right. She knew that in the days to come,she would remember her actions with the deepest chagrin. But she wouldalso recall how much she had enjoyed her orgasms. They were proof thatshe was indeed a slut. Maybe she wasn't playing a role after all, just adarker and more perverted version of herself.Soon enough, both Ryan and Miranda wanted. I took a shower and laid out my clothes to get ready. I looked in the mirror critiquing myself. I was slender and worked out when I could. Running is what I enjoyed to do. I was tall and had great assets. My eyes were a straight blue and my hair was long brown, laying against the mid of my back. I bit my lip trying to figure out if I should be more casual or dress up. I figured I might as well go all out and chose a sleek black dress and pumps. Fixed my make up and was ready to meet up with my. “Spread your cheeks wider” I ordered. He did as he was told, splaying his bum hole for me to see. I lubed my cock and his inexperienced hole and pressed my shaft into his arse. “Fuck!” I exclaimed as I pushed. “Fuck!” He replied. I loved the sheath of his arse muscles as I used the full length of my cock. He felt perfect. Tight but deeply aroused and giving. He oozed strings of pre cum as I pistoned his elastic butt. I withdrew and turned him onto his back. My large erection felt very powerful.