Two Sluts Filled With Cum

As Jane started to climb in she suddenly saw, out of the corner of her eye, a ghostly face peering at her through the rain-drenched windshield of the car behind her. 
 Chrissy.  
Of course.  She wouldn’t let a little thing like a downpour get in the way of finding out what she wanted to know.  Jane didn’t know what to do; she didn’t want to ask Mrs. Sex video She’d turned and carefully walked downstairs again, listening to be sure her family was still in the kitchen.  At the bottom of the stairs, on the wall near the front door, was a large oval mirror.  Holding her breath she’d stepped in front of it…then covered her face with her hands.  
God was showing her that He knew her true nature, she was sure of it: