I had opened a bottle of red wine. I was drinking my third glass of wine, when I heard banging at the front door. I looked through the peephole, and t...ere was his friend, Ian, propping up Sam.I tied my robe on over my nightshirt.”Sam wasn’t in any shape to drive home. Hope it’s okay to bring him here,” Ian said when I opened the door. Ian was an old friend of Sam’s and he had remembered where I lived.”Of course, it’s okay. I’m really glad you did. Thank you so much,” I said. I noticed Ian’s. . I had to go to the supermarket to get some groceries so i completed the look with a pair of tight grey jogging bottoms and a zip up jacket to hide what i was wearing. I went out and did my shop and came back home with no dramas.As i was back in the house i took the coat and joggers off and put on a white frilly mini skirt to complete my attire. I stared unpacking the groceries when i caught a glimpse of a shadow at the window out of the corner of my eye. I jumped out of my skin and went red. All this teasing, slightly sweeping the feathers over her spread lips, was driving her mad. She could feel her insides heating and spreading, lubricating and lengthening for a tool, any tool. With one deft movement, she tossed her feather-duster, catching the other end deftly in her right hand. It was like she’d been a baton-twirler or a cheerleader or something. Wait, she had been, hadn’t she? Sometimes she liked to try the outfit on when she went home alone. Oh, that was why she didn’t. He rubbed them and teased her hard nipples even as she pushed her ass at him, begging to be broken and ridden like a wild horse. Robert yielded to her desire and pulled back until he was almost out of her dripping wet cunt, then he fed her a few short strokes. He increased his speed with each thrust until he was pounding slutty bald pussy like a jack hammer. "Oh yeah!" Fuck me harder darling" she moaned even as she felt his balls whack her erect clitoris with every thrust. Carried away by the.