I always remember this beautiful gimmick of the mirror also if at the end i have had a small mockery :-P, but I could not certainly curse our mother :...-P, also because if in that moment that my mother had covered me that beautiful vision the luck had turned my back so to speak :-P, little time before of this episode always thanks at the nice tunics for the house of my sister, over to the episode of the best erection of my life namely that she was sitted on a chair with legs nude and white open. 'I need a DVD,' Annette murmured and walked to her son's bedside.'Uh, sure…' Ian couldn't help but stare right at Annette's vulva. His mother had trimmed her bush since the inadvertent meeting on the landing, and Ian could clearly see the loose skin of her labia as the outsized lips dangled enticingly.Ian's cock stiffened quickly as his mother picked a disc from his collection. She had turned her back to him and was bending slightly; the view of her inverted heart shaped backside was mouth. ”They both smiled.“Well, it would be nice if they could all be like Tom.”“Tom? Who’s Tom?” asked the housewife turned waitress.“That’s him over there. Just walked in.”Gwen noticed a nicely groomed, rather good looking, middle aged man who had just entered the club.“Tom’s a really nice guy. Doesn’t really belong in a place like this. His wife died about a year ago. He comes in once a month or so. Always by himself. Has a few drinks and then picks out one of the girls.”“You mean for ... after. Earlier, I had taken a long, luxurious bath and gotten myself completely smooth and silky. I spent 45 minutes on my nails, painting them a robust “Romantic Red” with luscious lips to match. A black and white polka-dot bra and panty set came next and then I rolled on a pair of silky, sheer stockings that made my legs look like they went all the way up to heaven. I slipped into a beautiful sheer bodice black velour cocktail dress that flaired (well) above my knees, and then strapped into a pair.