I closed my eyes in defeat, overwhelmed by the encounter with Her, forjust enough time to think the familiar phrase, "Swappy Lady, Swappy Lady,Swappy ...Lady," and as I wished myself into her I opened them, expecting tosee her already gone.You can probably guess what's coming, but at the time what I saw seemedan utterly incomprehensible sight, for I was suddenly looking at myselfin a mirror. Yes, somehow the shop entrance before me had been replacedby a mirror. There I was looking straight back at. Even without finishing the glass, she joins conversations, introduces herself, takes selfies for her instagram, and makes jokes that sometimes hit their mark. Some of the men shower her with looks and attention that she accepts in stride. After all, she can’t help but admit that she looks amazing in the dress. Being cute gives her plenty of leeway, one of the men let’s her tug on his tie for a selfie as she makes a crazy face. She spies Uncle Ryan peeking in on her and she gives him a friendly. I brought my face down to her crotch and took a whiff. That's all it took to bring my boner back to attention. I needed to see how much I could get away with. I brought two fingers down and placed them on her pussy lips. I paused and waited for any sign of life, but she continued her steady breathing pattern. I began to slowly rub my fingers in circles around her clit and her lips. This was already getting so hot. I released my cock from my boxers and began to slowly beat off. I rubbed my. Later that evening, I'm watching "Beer Valley" on TV. It's basically women in swimsuits, or less, playing water sports like water volleyball, water polo, water balloon fights, and the like.During the commercials I grab one of the small brass pots, which more looks like a really old oil lamp, and attempt a spit-shine polish. Rag in hand I spit on one side, and rub side to side the caked on dirt and grime. Now the metal itself shows.I rub a little harder, then the damn thing jumps out of my hand.