Her husband (my friend), called it a night a half hour ago. Anna is into her second bottle of wine, and looks completely relaxed. She's wearing some c...mfy looking flannel PJ bottoms and a pink tank top that's thin enough to see her nipples...just a little bit. A few minutes ago she cuddled up against me, and since then I've had a nice view over her shoulder and down the front of her shirt.I was drunk and horny so I let my hand wander around her waist, and then upwards until I had one of her. With the lights on I saw her long black kinky pubic hairs slick with that pussy cream I was describing earlier gliding along my shaft with each plunge. Of course I saw her deep red labia there too, but the hair was so long, it went past her lips and hung onto my dick. It was such an erotic sight I had to shut my eyes because I started to feel that familiar churning in my balls. She noticed this right away and said, "Why are you closing your eyes all of a sudden?" I said, "Your hair and lips on. He was a very overweight (350+) single man in his early 70’s. Everyone kind of suspected he was gay, but no one ever talked about it.Our card sessions were also a chance for everyone to get drunk. We all did, including the mayor who consumed copious amounts of gin. We often did not sit by our spouse. The mayor seemed to want to sit by my wife and directly across from me. When we left, my wife would often kiss him lightly on his big lips. After a few sessions, I began to notice that after a few. He was wearing a navy suit with no tie and the shirtunbuttoned a little. He had dark brown hair, olive skin, and was slightlyunshaven. I was imagining him with no clothes on and what sex would belike with him, until my thoughts were interrupted by his voice asking me aquestion. "So how come a lovely lady like you is sitting in a hotel bar all by herself?"he laughed. My story flowed out easily as both men listenedintently. Peter's bulge seemed to grow as I got to the part where I.