Opening my handbag and taking out my lipstick, I quickly but deftly reapplied it, returning my fading lips to a delicious dark shade of crimson. I pus...ed my lips together and pouted into the mirror. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I heard the door click open. My eyes almost hypnotized me, drawing me in again and again. I refused to look away from the little sparks of colour that seemed brighter than usual. There was something in my eyes that even I could not read. I was so lost in myself. Nina let go of the arabs´ cock and put her hand first against her wet pussy, then put one, two, three slippery fingers up her ass, fingerfucking her ass with cocks in her cunt and mouth aswell. God, she looked hot! Just lost in it all. The black man rose with a smile, dick in hand. He stepped over to the three fucking on the couch and positioned himself behind my wifes´ big juicy ass, one leg on the sofa. He grabbed ninas´ arm and pulled her hand out of her anus. She tried to resist, wanting to. The silence stretched before them, but it was a comfortable silence, the silence of two people who were at ease with each other and simply content to be. She raised her head from his shoulder and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. He turned his head toward her, and the second kiss she was going to place on his cheek, landed on his lips instead. Her eyes fluttered, and she looked away as a deep blush covered her cheeks. She turned her head, murmuring softly, ‘I’m… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean…’. Her hand gripped mine tightly.“I’d never have thought this of you. Surprise is good.” He looked over at my drawing again and then back at Mary’s, bumping into our joined hands. He sighed. “It is okay to be influenced by each other if you are influenced by the strengths instead of the weaknesses. If you are going to draw with your hands held, you must be critical of the other’s work. This...” he pointed at the reflection in the computer monitor, “ ... is not your style. While this...” pointing.