She looked into one of the mirrors, thinking that it might be nice to gaze at her reflection while she played with her pussy.

There was no reflection.

Amanda might have been a vampire, for all the image she cast on that glass. The girl gasped.

She was looking right through the mirror into her own bedroom. She saw her rumpled bed. Anyone could have been watching her through the glass as she played with herself!

Then she remembered that there was another mirror on the other wall on the side toward her parent's room.

Wildly excited, Amanda turned and looked right through the glass into that bedroom.

Her father was in the bathroom at the moment, brushing his teeth and thinking about the day ahead. Charles enjoyed a game of golf, but there were other things that he enjoyed far more. He would rather sink his prick into a hairy cunt than sink a putt, for instance. This idea had come to him as he was brushing his teeth. It was unexpected. He had intended to shower and shave and then get dressed, but as the toothbrush moved back and forth across his mouth his prick began to rise. Perhaps it had something to do with the back-and-forth rhythm of his hand as he brushed away, as if he were jacking off indirectly.

He took his prick in his hand and eyed it, grinning. It was a large, shapely hunk of cockmeat. Charles was proud of his prick and Laura adored it. The knob was a big, purple, mushroom-shaped slab and the shaft was thick and seamed with dark veins. His balls were bloated.

He tried to recall if he had fucked Laura the night before.

They usually had a fuck or two before they went to sleep, and it seemed strange that he hadn't. But then he remembered that they had had a bit too much brandy after dinner and had fallen asleep before they had a chance to fuck.