Fat grown Wife Gets Her Hairy Pussy Part1

In my half awake state I almost believed for a second that the real Brian had been there with me, that the wet patch was our fluids, not just mine. Then I felt the toy snuggled up against my thigh and I remembered what had happened. With a deep sigh I got up and went to the bathroom, used the loo and thought about having a shower. Even though it had only been his hands that had touched me I didn’t want the memory to fade too quickly so I just wrapped myself in my soft white robe and mature went into the kitchen where I poured myself a huge glass of wine before snuggling down onto my sofa. As I sipped my wine and reflected on group sex the day I knew I was going to have the real Brian’s cock soon or die in the attempt. My mobile was lying on the floor along with most of the contents of my handbag, cast aside in my haste to get to the bedroom and I could see that there was a message. It was from Claire thanking me for all my help with her shopping and reminding me that there was only one week to go and that she would see me again on Wednesday for drinks along with her other close friends. And then it struck Lesbian me. If there was one night when Claire would be out of the way and wouldn’t ask where Brian was it would be on Thursday, he was doing exactly the same with his friends. Quickly flicking through my contacts I found the number I was looking for. Wes was Brian’s best mate and best man and had organised the stag weekend they had spent in Amsterdam. He had told me that they would still be having a ‘bit of a party’ in the week before the wedding in Brian’s local as “It’s traditional, and anyway, any excuse!” I had met Wes quite a few times and he was very similar to Brian, in both looks and personality. If Brian was a ‘10’ then Wes was an ‘8’ going on for ‘9’ and I felt sure that he would leap at the suggestion I was going to make. He answered after a couple of rings and after the usual pleasantries I asked about Thursday night. He said that it was going to be fairly quiet, just half a dozen teen of them having a few beers and them maybe going for a curry. I said that I thought that Brian deserved a little more on his last night of freedom. Wes was a little put out by this and started to sound defensive, explaining that they had been to Amsterdam and that it was work the next day etc… “Anyway, have you got any better ideas then?” he asked “How about a stripper?” I said Wes laughed “Oh he’d love that but Claire would go mad if she found out!” “She doesn’t have to find out.” I said “There are only a few of you, all close mates and I know that The George (Brian’s local) has a small function room upstairs, you could use that.” There was a silence before he conceded that it was possible and that it would be a great surprise and that Brian Hairy would love it. I whispered as I withdrew my hand. Silk made her way to Hairy her bedroom and tried the light there, it too was out. Nick started to twist my nipples between his fingers The provider stood up and they embraced. His knot had pushed itself out of the constriction of his sheath and now teen Lesbian it slammed mercilessly against the soft lips of her cunt. It rolled and rattled, stopping before Vanessa. She was working her hands around and brushing her hand up against my cock. “Mmmmm, I mature hope so, I love your boner.” She sighed before she pulled me closer to her, pulled my waistband out, looked into my underwear then planted a soft long kiss on the base of my cock. Her face turned red again as she realized, she'd just flashed him her beaver. My hands sink below the hem of her sweats, rubbing her slumbering cock. I knelt at Dr. Blavatsky feet when I was your age. “You are so sexy, Mom,” I moaned as I pressed my group sex lubed cock between her butt-cheeks. He was captivated by the way she walked. Coyotes howling in my head!” "Your secret, as long as it does not get to Mr. Logan, will do no harm. The thought of sticking that nice long black cock, inside her pussy will feel so good.