She could just about distinguish a pleased smile of satisfaction on Susan’s face – who had presumably had sole possession of Charlotte that evenin.... Josephine was rather surprised, however, to learn how late it was when she awoke and glanced at the clock which indicated just how late in the morning it was. It was past midday, and Josephine was in bed alone with a residual hangover from the drinks and sleeplessness of the previous day. Charlotte had gone off to work and Josephine wasn’t at all. After 3 of these and a light dinner I asked what she would like to do next. Sge suggested we take a ride down Sunrise and scope out the strip clubs. So off we went. The only one remotely interesting was one we had been to before for happy hours etc. So we slid in at the far end of the bar and the wife had another martini. As I'm talking to the manager whom I'd gotten to know I feel the wife take my hand and thinking she wants to hold hands I pay no mind. Next thing I feel is her wet pussy under. She placed it on my head, and pulled this lock, and that. “Ok, go look at yourself.”I got up and looked at myself in her full-sized mirror. I looked amazing! I almost looked like a real girl, less the boobs. Brenda came up behind me and put her arms around my shoulders and smiled at her work. I saw Brenda pull out her phone and start taking pictures of me.“Hey!” “Wow, Riley! You look great!” as she slipped a hundred dollar bill in my top. “You earned that!” she said with a wink.“Riley?”“Yeah,. " I lean forward putting my weight against her. I push my cock up spreading her lips slightly. She feels intense pressure building. My eyes are closed in effort and concentration. My growl is low and menacing as I push harder. She feels her tight pussy being stretched. Nothing close to this size has ever been inside of her. Her pussy is resisting but it is slowly stretching, I'm not easing up. Her tight pussy is feeling constant pressure with minimal penetration. Not even all the head has.