Taking a few steps back from the pieced together mirror Bob studied thedark leathery face that looked back at him. His reflection reminding himof a Va...n Gogh painting with how the broken pieces of the mirror distortedhis reflection. His thoughts moved to the last time he has gazed upon hisreflection in this mirror almost thirty years ago. His eyes became wateryas he thought of his grandmother, the last happy memory of her was inthis exact spot, with her standing directly behind him, her hands on. "Hey, I'm not going to leave you high and dry, okay?" I don't have to worry about the dry part," she said with a low moan. "I'm so ready for you."I shook my head, not to deny her, but because I didn't understand why she was so needy. Had the bond formed some kind of expectation with her? Was there now a timing that had to be adjusted? From what Jordan had told me about her relationship with her Fonti, any time she showed up, they would drop everything for her, but they never sought her out. Was. I started propping my left leg up on the dash leaning it against the door making it clearly visible to anyone that would take the time to look as they passed. While I knew that most of the other drivers never bothered to look over at me when they went by on my left it still gave me a thrill. The problem with a thrill junkie is that you always need to take it up another notch to get that high and I was no exception. As the days started to get longer it was increasingly brighter out when I left. From behind he again began to gathered the fabric and once happy he put his hand up under my dress and squeezed my arse cheek, slowly inching his fingers deep between my thighs, I helped him by bending my knees and my thighs spread ever so slightly giving him a little better access he was now able to explored my fanny lips through the gusset of my now soaking wet knickers, my heart was in my mouth and I was breathing so heavily it was so erotic he pulled his hand out and I felt him tug on the.