We had a glass of white wine as we brainstormed a few ideas. “How about we get a life-like dildo to practice on?” Suggested Laura. Gemma’s eyes ...it up. She liked dildos. “That’s no good,” I said pouring cold water on the idea. “You need something that gets hard not that starts hard.” “What like a real cock you mean?” Said Laura. “Obviously,” I said. “Do you know anyone with a real cock?” Asked Gemma, innocently. “Ha ha a few!” I said. I would have suggested Steve from the gym, but he was my ace. " I grew harder still, inside her, and she began to shift atop me, testing. "Oooo, You'd like that, huh?" she asked, her hands cupping the back of my head, holding my face in her cleavage, "My little ‘breast man’ would like that, wouldn’t he? Oh, honey, I can tell." Gently she began to gyrate her hips, urging me harder and harder. Lost in her surrounding flesh, I drew deep breaths from her warm cleavage as she began to squash my cheeks, my mouth, my nose with her firm swells, falling into the. Whoops went up at the sound of this and we all attacked the food with relish until Brian dramatically removed the sheet covering the 'Tub'. My friend told me that there were lots of presents in there for all the girls.Still feeling a bit shy, I held back as several of the girls walked up to the tub, dug their hands in and brought out a present, opening them to reveal perfume, make-up, hankies and the like. I suppose the tub stood about three and a half feet high. Along the top ran a padded rim. Was giving me a constant hard on …ufff..I then asked her about her husband , telling her that he might be proud of you , she was in tears , she said that hers was an arranged a marriage and after the marriage her husband only showed attention for a year , after that he is always been busy with his work and now he is abroad …I felt bad , I went beside her and put my hands on her head made her rest on my shoulder and consoled her , she was holding my arm resting on my shoulder and wiping her.