It wasn’t her heart I felt now, it was mine, missing a beat - several beats, in fact. I could have died right there, right then, and been happy abou...t it! Oh my god, I was actually fondling Suzanne’s tit, something I never imagined could happen even in my most optimistic dreams.It crossed my mind to tell her that her heart was on the other side, but thought better of it. My hand felt pretty good where it was; I might never get the chance again. My fingers began gingerly exploring, pretending to. His mother was Iroquois. He had a smooth caramel skin and slick straight hair which he kept in a short crew cut. He sported a moustache. People often wondered his race. He identified as both Black and Native American which made perfect sense to him. He placed a call to Kim to let her know he would be there in about ninety minutes because he had to finish up some work. She was fine with it since it would only make him about half an hour late. Then, he texted a friend saying he was on the way.Kim. Sue positioned the mirror and studied my groin for a longmoment. I spread apart the cleft so she could see it better."Oh, my..." she said softly. She glanced at my penis, noticing thatthe hole was missing. "Does that mean what I think it means?"I nodded. "Looks like you won't have to worry about me putting theseat down anymore," I joked lamely."This isn't funny!" Sue cried out. Tears welled up in her eyes as shecarefully put the mirror back on the counter. She was obviouslysuppressing the. In fact, I pretty much had. "Hit play," she said. I did so and she quickly undressed, her beautiful naked body the mirror of the one on screen. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my aching prick. She smiled up at me and then wrapped her soft, pink lips around it. For a brief moment, as wet sucking sounds filled the cramped dorm room, I wondered just how many dicks other than mine had been in that mouth while she was gone away. Her technique had certainly improved it seemed. Lots of practice?,.