I’ve lived with her for twenty of her twenty six years. I’m her brother. ‘Damn it Jeff. What ever does a girl like that see in a guy like me?’...the groom asked. Being the best man to your best friend since grade school and having to play match maker for both of them all through college was both fun and a nightmare at the same time. I told him once that the next time this situation came up I would much rather stick my hand in a furnace. Being my friend’s best man still meant I had to keep him. Frowning, she jerked her head up to his face. ‘Bob?’ She asked in what sounded like disbelief. Her hand flew to her throat. ‘Ah, yes, that’s my name, ma’am—’ Bob’s head turned as another figure came out of the door. ‘Ah,’ he said in relief as he saw the man holding a red hat that matched the woman’s coat. ‘Mr. Brown, this lady is a friend of yours?’ Mr. Brown and the lady stared at each other. ‘At last,’ he said softly. Bob shifted uncomfortably. Mr. Brown turned to look at him with cool blue. Unlike the average-sized dicks I've fucked before, his dick didn't slide in easily. I felt my skin tighten up and get pulled as my walls spread a little too wide, making me wince and gasp as his head entered my vagina. He gently rocked it in and out, trying to go deeper but not getting too far. He pulled out and got between my legs, spitting in my hole to add more lubricant as he slid the head in again. Now it started to go deeper and I started to uncontrollably say "Ow" over and over. "Oh fuck. '' she nods and waves me off as if my answer has gotten to long for her . Finally after I wait for a few minutes she rises from the recliner and heads for the door calling over her shoulder and telling me to have a good day. As the door closes behind her I wait for the sounds of the car being started and hear it pulling out of the drive way. I permit my self a bit of a happy dance as I head to my room and flop onto my bed, reaching for my cell I call Terrence and ask him if he's ready to come.