In the mirror, Tina was stunning and beautiful.Touching the mirror once again, it rippled like water, and had about anequal amount of resistance. He ...rew his hand back. Did he really wantto do this? Could he really step into the mirror? If he did, what wouldhappen to Tina? Could he survive? Could he get back?He reached his hand in up to his elbow. It didn't feel hot; didn't feelcold. In the mirror, it looked as if Tina was doing the same. Both armswere joined at the elbow in the. Much more quiet." I continued to whack her behind, and I didn't stop until she was beet red down there.I went back to the table. I noticed a couple of tears on her cheeks as she turned her head to try and see what I was doing. I came back with a bulb-headed back massager- the kind that is advertised to relieve sore muscles but is actually used more for what I was about to do to Jesse.I stood in front of her and placed my fingers along her slit. Jesse was breathing very hard now. She was so wet.. Sarah bit her lip, trying not to scream each time he thrust into her, but finally cried out, “Oh, nossa!” as she spasmed and clutched at his wrists as he continued to fuck her harder and harder.“How does it feel to have my big cock inside you, Sarah?” he grunted as he paused once again to grind against her. He could feel the thick head of his manhood plunge deep into her womb as he crashed against her. Sarah could barely answer as she came around the steel shaft buried in her throbbing. ” Definitely James’s voice, “that’s not the last fuck you will get tonight.”The confusion continued. The voice came from the opposite side of the bed to where whoever had fucked me had got off, but had he walked around? Surely it was James that had screwed me? It felt like him. Didn’t it? Was that wishful thinking? Wishful which way? Husband or stranger?God, someone else must be here or was he saying he wanted to do me again himself? Has someone watched James fuck me? I hoped someone else was.