. by any chance would you want to be spontaneous together?”Ken’s heart leapt up about a foot, but he tried to maintain a calm collected face. “I...��ve got nowhere to be, so if you want...”“Okay. Huh. Okay.” Lauren took the cigarette out of her mouth and threw it in the trash. “Give me a sec. Stay out here.” She went back into the store, and Ken waited, nervously, for her to come back out.She took a long time. Just when Ken was worried that she lied to him and just went back to her shift, she. My hair was held back by a burgundy coloured hairband, and I'd wear a matching blazer and grey knee-length pleated skirtwith itchy knee-high socks regardless of the weather. Every day I wenthome, I would race upstairs as fast as I could to change into acomfortable pair of jeans. PE was even worse- if I wasn't wearing anetball dress that was seemingly designed to make it easier forpaedophiles to get their kicks just by looking at me, it was a gymnasticsleotard that did the trick even more. I told her that what happened this morning was wrong, not to mention illegal and that we could never speak about it to anyone, including her mom. Her tears came next, and she told me that she wanted to make me happy, because she knew Mom couldn’t. Her crying, combined with her position in my lap caused my cock to stir uncontrollably and I knew she must feel it against her backside.She told me that she could feel my cock hardening and asked if we could repeat the mornings treat. Before I could. Then I fully took in the fact that she was naked andstanding in the exact spot where I had been admiring myself just amoment before. In fact it was so obvious that there must have been awoman standing where I was that I looked down - in case I was her!Whatever was going on the mirror was clever stuff, because when I lookeddown there I was with my flat chest, protruding belly and then Mr Floppyhanging contentedly right where he should have been. I looked up, to seewhat the mirror was doing now.