dur jusqu'à chubbies partage une dong

At some point I must have turned off “Brian” and fallen asleep, because waking with a start a while later the sun had gone down and I was lying naked on my bed. 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 Fucking 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 went into the kitchen where I poured myself a cock huge glass of wine before snuggling down onto my sofa. As I sipped my wine and reflected on 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 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 threesome anyway, any excuse!” I had met Wes quite a Double 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 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 would love it. Then the huge obvious objection. Now it was just me and her in the room with a closed door. "I'm a little upset." Fucking “Soon you'll be clawing to rip off that arm. Poor Patrick and Aurora, I invite them to our Thanksgiving meal and they nearly get killed. We like licking cunts but we like it even more when we are fucked by men. "FUCK MAN, LOOK WHAT THEY'RE DOIN' TO PINKIE!" yelled Moose. Belinda reached Double over and pinched my cheeks.. Although all he could currently see was Hannah's wet cunt, he could picture his own pink tip disappearing inside of the threesome Dragon King's green tip. Why don't you tell Cinder too?” “I'm just so juicy and cock wet and itchy. I savored this. I know, I’m surprised myself. “That was so much better huge than when I do it to myself,” she panted, “how did you do that?”