And what she whispers is this: “It’s just one night, hen.”The sun sets. The bedroom is dark and the night has come. I twist in the sheets, tryin...g to make myself comfortable. My hair and body are wet. Was I in the bath? Or did I imagine it? The mirror is still above me but now the glass is frosted. The tingling warmth in my lower body is growing stronger. I kick back the damp sheets. I stroke my nipples: I circle each areola, gently pinch each teat. Then I can bear it no longer and I’m reaching. Taking me as deep as I can get it is one of the enhancements she's been developing since about year six. It's still not easy for her and made all the more difficult by the rocking of her body as she's getting ravaged in her other hole by The Other Cock.I handle a jiggling tit, pulling out to rub my saliva-coated dick all over Mara's face. Another hand, but not hers, joins me on her chest, pulling at her other nipple as she squeals. After dipping deeply into her warm, wet mouth once again, I. I was positive that our sleepover would involve sex.An hour after she hung up I got an e-mail from her with pictures that she had not posted. She had pasted a card to her mirror and took a few more pictures for me. The card said, “For your eyes only.”In those pictures she was fingering herself, giving herself a douche, and peeing in her shower. The next few were of her lying on her bed with a big dildo stuck in her pussy, of a butt plug stuck in her ass, and of her sucking her own nipple.Along. As she locks the door, she gets naked.She closes her eyes and takes her hand down to her hairy pussy. She can feel little wetness down there as she gently spreads her labia. That really turns her on, and she couldn’t help herself sliding her middle finger inside her cunt. She moans a little, but it is loud enough to reach Mayank’s ear.Alisha’s moan makes it hard for Mayank, and he starts stroking his cock now. Alisha turns on the shower. Under the water, she plays with her clit and fingers.