I had thrown out the clothing she had worn when we met. I was chilly that time of the year so I bought her a nice warm jacket and some more dresses. S...me socks, shoes and sandals went into a bag, also. I didn’t have a clue about what Chinese women wore for undergarments. Of course, I knew what US girls wore, but this was a whole different world. I tried touching her breasts, then patting her on the crotch. I had another thought. I pulled up my shirt and the pulled my underwear shorts waistband. Then another cry rose to her lips as Peter began to move. But miraculously, it wasn't really as bad as she had feared. The pain was tempered by an even more vivid sensation of pleasure, however masochistic. Her loins were on fire from the lewd skewering of her rectum and she could feel the tight sac that held the boy's cum-filled testicles slap teasingly against the sensitive little slit of her cunt, sending undeniable ripples of pleasure darting out through her squirming body in delicious. Its a concept to which Im committed, well, to which we are committed because it includes my man and his efforts as well. I told a few of girlfriends about my nightly evening ritual and they all laughed at me. They all told me that it was too time consuming, took too much planning and energy, that it just wasnt practical. When my sweetie mentioned our rituals to a few of his close buddies, they all teased him that he was pussy-whipped. Funny thing is, none of them are happy with their sex lives.. The end of which would get pretty heavy. Both walking away, wishing they would have done...”more.” The girls, spending time at different houses for the dates, were hoping the inevitable would happen.Tom was still spending time with the images. Rebecca wanted a sleep over just before school started. There were about eight girls there. Tom had told his daughter to have them try the mirror. Good fun to see their reaction when they rubbed it, he told her. Truth be told, he now had eight new images.