.. Your uncle Pete left you this chest for your personal use..." "You forget, my dear - Freudian jokes are rather passe these days. But to answer yo...r question, no, not a chest. A mirror, actually. And it wasn't my uncle..." I groaned. "Smoke and mirrors after all... how can you bear such a corny story line? And I suppose the mirror allows you to change into whatever shape you wish, so of course you chose..." "No, silly, it wasn't like that at all! It simply reflected... Her. Andrea.. I roll over from my right shoulder to my left to face him, now reminded that I’m down to little more than a skimpy pair of cotton panties. He’s still asleep, peaceful, breathing slowly in and out, eyes shuttered, hair tousled, stubble another day closer to the beard he has no trouble growing. His unimpressive chest rises and falls slowly. I recall getting ready to leave the party at Leanne’s house last night, ready to stumble the couple blocks to my bed, already out the front door and on the. I was sitting behind the counter totaling up receipts in preparation for closing, when the door jingled and in she walked.I looked up and fell into her eyes. It was like I'd been struck by lightning. I felt the spark jump. I must've stared at her for only a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity.She had short blond hair that feathered around her ears, and those captivating green eyes. She was short and wide, just the way I liked them. I saw that huge breasts stretched out her shirt,. ”Sasha immediately pulled my softened penis into her mouth and with both hands holding my scrotum, she began to suck on me like she was sucking the last thick liquid out of the straw in a milk shake. The sensation was wonderful, and I almost forgot to finish cleaning her out. Between my tongue and my fingers dipping into her vagina like I was cleaning out a frosting bowl, I had my semen cleaned out of her in no time at all.“Oh Mick. I wanted to keep your sperm inside of me.”“I think I have some.