I am the perfect wing man – I am the perfect inside guy. Armed with tips from me, a reasonably charming man should be able to get inside her panties...and confirm that her pussy is as red as her hair.Our plan was simple.I would give her a heads up that my old pal, Joe, was coming over to drop off a golf club from when we were in University together. He would 'conveniently' come over when she would be home, without the kids, and because this dude is posing as an old friend of mine, any awkwardness. He slathered his cock until it glowed. Then he pushed a lubricated finger into her rosebud and twirled it around to loosen her up. John snuggled up behind Carol, reached around her and started lightly pinching her nipples. Carol bent down to kiss me. John fingered her rosebud then started to gently push his cock into her ass.I could feel his cock through Carol's thin membrane. Once again cock to cock stimulation. My mind was reeling with wild sexual thoughts. I couldn't have imagined. ‘Love-handles’ she reflected on the indulgent name sometimes attached to the generous insulation around her waist. But handles that were far more substantial than they needed to be. Even with the mirror in front of her, she could barely see her own vagina. It was hidden under her engorged stomach. Even the pubic hairs were hidden from view. And her bosom. Perhaps the only part of her that was built to the proportions a man was supposed to like. Huge armfuls, which she had difficulty folding her. We'll give it some time."Charlie looked a little bit disappointed but he heaved a big sigh and agreed, "Yeah, OK. But I still get first dibs on your room, Sue Ellen."A little later over at the office, I got to thinkin' about what Sue Ellen said about us gettin' married when she graduated high school next year. And her wantin' to have a baby.I went into her part of the office and pulled up a chair to sit next to her. I reach over and took her hand and said, "Honey, I wanna talk about a couple of.