Nobody is perfect. Be who you are."He lifted his head and looked in the mirror, as he started to move hishand away his thump touched the glass, or rat...er it entered the glass.Martin's eyes grew wide and he yanked his hand back, a ripple flowedacross the surface of the mirror. He stared at his thumb, it was intact,nothing changed.He tentatively reached out to touch it again. His fingers seemed to dentthe mirror, then the mirror gave way and became smooth again, hisfingers inside it. He stared. Frida soaped my back and shoulders. Suddenly the soap slipped from her hand bounced off my ear and fell straight down my front into the water. I jumped as she made a grab for it and missed. Up sprang my pink hard cock, with a blob of foam perched on the knob. ‘Ohh!’ said Frida, laughing as I frantically pushed it back down under the water again, red-faced as a radish.‘No no no no no’ she moved my hand away. ‘Let me see’ Slowly I opened my thighs and let it bob up into view again. She stared. (chee! Chee! Stupid! That was the best orgasm I have ever had in my whole life, he has shown me heaven).In anger jay stripped from herself, nine-yards, blouse, and brassiere too exposing her milky big breast and pink nipples strutting out a good one inch.But what was shocking to both mani and raaji was that jayanthi was wearing a poonal (sacred cross thread) which was going across her body starting on her left shouldering in between her two boobs and ending just below her waist.It was white. ’‘No thanks just let it rest now.’‘Well if you get another one send it to me. He might get sloppy and use his work or home computer. If he does we’ll nail him.’‘I’ll do that Ivan. Thanks again’I hung up the phone.25 Saltswood Road, that address was burned into my memory. That was the house were Sara had lived for almost three years of university. I continued my search and soon found a face I’d hoped never to see again, Robert McIntyre. He was apparently director for sales at Barnsdale. Sara had.