Sitting on the bed facing a tall mirror I pull her closer to me, admiring the shape of your body under the t-shirt she’s wearing with nothing underneath except a G-string. I run my hands over her body, feeling the curves and crevice’s, softly caressing and savoring every part of your body and committing it to memory like this is the last time I will get to do this. Lifting the shirt, I lean in to kiss your stomach lightly...