She bent clear over now and watched her reflection between her legs. She could see only her legs, slim and straight, and her ass, soft and malleable, an attractive woman's ass.

She could see Manny's photo between her legs, too. She pretended that he was about to attack her from the rear. The fantasy turned her on.

She saw that cock come closer and closer. She saw it enter her pussy from the rear. She really felt it go all the way up her pussy. Oh, it was great.

She felt the imaginary photographed Manny thrust his cock in and out of her pussy repeatedly.

She imagined them to be in the woodshed and that the temperature was warm as toast, because outside it was summer. Oh, she'd love to fuck out of doors, too, come summer.

She felt him hold her groin and guide his big cock in and out of her, with his hands guiding the movements of her hips.

"Ohhhhhhh," she was saying, feeling the imagined thrusts of his penetrating cock. "Oh, go deeper," she intoned, "oh, please go deep. Oh, Manny, it feels so good, ohhhhhhh."

And as she went through the whole scene in detail, she thrust and counter thrust along with his own thrusts and counter thrusts.

She felt him reach down for her little orbs hanging pendulously from her chest.

He squeezed and kneaded and felt them. Oh, he really knew how to turn her on. Oh, it was so nice. It was really great. He pinched and kneaded the nipples, he pulled them, he twisted them under his fingers.

He felt her under her arms, he felt her in her shaven armpits. The feeling of his touch there raised her erotic temperature thirty degrees.

She sucked her finger then, imagining her finger was none other than Manny's dick. She sucked on it. She passed her tongue all over it. She licked his lovely balls and listened to him moan and squirm in pleasure.

She held the stiff staff in her hand and lowered her mouth down on it again. She inserted her tongue in the widened pee slit, that looked like a little mouth. She tongued all around it and tasted his pre-come fluid.