He plucked her upper lip and sucked it in his mouth. The kiss lasted for several minutes till his hands that burrowed in her petticoat had revealed me...her leaking pussy.His lips made trails on her midriff till he reached her navel. He stood up to undo his lungi and get rid of his underwear. His dick was a 6 inch monster with long pubic hair which wasn’t trimmed for a year. A bibulous dick-head was light pink in color while the other part was dark.But it was huge which many of his female lovers. As the night went on we all got very drunk and had a good laugh toghether when it got to about 1 oclock most of the girls had started to go home so susan one of the older ladies that was there suggested goin back to her house for a couple of glasses of wine .Susan must be in her fifties but still looks good for her age alot of the guys in the office always call her a milf lol .Anyway when we got back to her place she seemed to be a little more drunk than before think it was the fresh air. So. But she laughed. It was not a mocking laugh, nor was it a pitiful laugh. It was the one laugh that I never thought to hear. It was the "Oh yeah, I know that feeling" laugh.Her eyes locked with mine, she lifted her hand from my belly, extended a single slender finger and, ever so gently, traced the outline of my hard cock from its base to its tip. It throbbed involuntarily at her touch, making her gasp in surprise. "I wish I could see it." My throat was parched. It felt like I'd walked a desert. “You do have a cute little pucker,” he remarked. “I was admiring it last night.” He picked up the tube of lube. “I’m going to put a dab on your bottom...” He set down the lube and picked up the bulb. “Now -- just relax.”He touched the tip to her orifice and she flinched. Gently he rocked the bulb and worked its slender snout past her sphincter. Once clear it slid into her easily. He pushed it into her rectum, up to the hilt. “Ready?” he asked.“Ready,” she replied.With one continuous motion.