Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

Mirror, mirror in the hall... He was seventeen and naked in front Of the big mirror in the hall, Thought of girls he knew and of girls He wished to meet and soon his member Was so stiff he could use it as a hook to hang His bath towel on. A revue of naked girls flashed through his brain, even his Neighbour's wife she must have been over forty, They all wanted him in different positions He masturbated furiously and he heard the girls Screaming in pleasure when he ejaculated. He hurriedly cleaned the mirror, in case his Mother thought he had spat on it (How naive did he think she was?) On the way out to meet his friends He met the neighbour's wife in the hall, she smiled at him And his face took the colour of purple.