I cupped my breasts in both hands, feeling the heft of them. The woman in the mirror turned slightly as I wondered what her backside looked like. Nuzzling aside my hair, she lightly kissed the nape of my neck. As I mulled that last thought I caught a flash of movement to my left. I lightly rolled my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, adding to the pleasure. My conscious mind was insisting “This isn’t real. My breathing grew more rapid and shallow as I pleasured myself more fully this time. I cupped my breasts in both hands, feeling the heft of them. My conscious mind was insisting “This isn’t real. It was a mirror. Tentatively probing with my middle finger, I shuddered deliciously as I once again brushed against that tiny bundle of nerves just starting to emerge from its hood.
