"No" Ray muttered, "It has to be the mirror itself." He turned away from the mirror, thinking about the one upstairs. Suddenly he wondered what would... happen if someone else looked in it at that moment. Would they see his reflection looking back instead of their own? And what if they touched it, would they then turn into him? The thought was a little sobering, and Ray couldn't help but wondering if something like that hadn't happened to the woman who's form she wore. Did she become someone. But she was rich and a snob, she kept up the appearance of having white rich boyfriends like Mitch, A junior, like Joelle, that was probably going to Harvard after he graduated. Joelle dreams were to get some rich black cock and marry him- some basketball or football player and ride him hard. She hated the rules of her society, rich white girl had to marry rich white boy. Joelle was afraid that she would probably have to marry Mitch or someone like him, to get her "trust fund" or her. Soon her tongue probed my tongue. Lust rose throughout my body. My erect sensitive clit ached with pleasure under her gentle strumming. My orgasm built slowly and inexorably. Soon I was moaning and heaving on the bed. Pleasure roared through my body. As my breathing returned to normal Liz moved again, down between my thighs. She placed my legs over her shoulders, rolled my lower body upwards, and gave herself complete access to my exposed pouting pussy. Her tongue travelled along the length of. “Jerking him off.”, Kate giggled. Jackie stepped in the room and came around the bed to my right. She pulled her t-shirt off exposing two well shaped firm breast. She pulled her panties down, stepping out of them showing off a smooth shaved pussy. Kate pulled the covers off the both of us exposing my rock, hard dick to her friend. Jackie climbed in the bed next to me and placed her hand on my right thigh rubbing me gently. “Tim, feel Jackie’s pussy.”, Kate instructed. I reached down as Jackie.