Finding nothing wrong I began to watch her. First time my eyes went to the low-cut nighty. She was wearing through the mirror. I took off my eyes but ...t came back to the cleft of hers. I started getting a hard on. Guilt was there but no use!!My prick was throbbing. Now suddenly I caught her seeing me through the mirror constantly as I was doing. I saw what she was seeing. Oh no I forgot to close my zip. I now came to know why she was not coming out of the mirror. I suddenly got up while she. So she tossed the covers off and quickly I had my face buried between her thighs, enjoying the taste of Jerome’s black cum. Anita wiggled her hips to be sure her pussy lips were pressed tightly on my hungry mouth lips. My tongue worked up into her relaxed cunt, until soon my face was covered in the mixture of her sweet pussy juice and his salty semen.I found her swollen clit and sucked on it between my lips. Ana reached for my hard on and she held it tightly. I bucked my hips trying to get her. .. the tears. And I did for awhile... but eventually they came, and not just sniffling tears... real tears, sobbing tears. I couldn't help it. I was really, really scared... "Who's crying... is that you Indiana. For gods sakes girl, that won't help anything It could drive me crazy though. so stop it." I'm sorry, it's just that... I can't help it. Derrick, my boyfriend back in Indiana, he says I'm a cry baby... well, not really my boyfriend any more. He broke up with me when I moved to New. I felt a hardness pressed against my stomach, and acurious wetness began to pool between my thighs. He pulled back from me for a moment. ‘Can I touch you?’ he whispered, much less formally than he had before. I nodded wordlessly and helped him get my nightrail off. He shrugged out of his shirt and took me back into his arms. My breasts collapsed onto his chest, and I felt every inch of him pressed against every inch of me. One hand curled around the back of my knee and hitched it up to his hip..