And how tight it felt around her.Once again she sipped at her glass, perhaps a little faster than she had realised, as the glass was soon empty again....ithout thinking, she pored another gin, perhaps a little larger than the last one, but that was fine, Cheryl had been drunk many times in her life. The last time was at the Christmas Party, when she had snogged Bruce. It had gone no further, as Bruce’s wife worked in the same lab, and she had been watching. Had she not been, Cheryl would happily. But no doubt to the booze I was struggling to cum. My wife told me to touch myself while she pulled and pinched my nipples nipples and talked dirty to me, this usally does the trick. My mind racing with thought of her peeing while I wanked. She asked me what I was thinking about and I rather embarrassingly said I couldn't say. Which just made all the more eager to find out what was racing through my mind. Then I thought here's my chance I spurted it out. I'm imagining you on the toilet pissing. Her mons was full and prominent, the covering of dense, jet black hair was heavily trimmed and dripping wet.I locked eyes with Linda as I hooked a finger through her pussy. Her lips parted readily, and my finger reappeared glistening with her secretions.Still holding her gaze, I moved my finger up to her face. She needed no further bidding, ducking forward to run her tongue around my finger before sucking it fully into her mouth.I could feel her tongue as she cleaned every drop of her cum from. Eddie shook his head at Francesca and thought to himself, 'You couldn'thave just blown him off?'A waitress them came by and asked what they wanted to drink. Eddie's minddrifted for a second as he heard the bridal party members ordering theirdrinks. He could taste the delicious taste of beer on his tongue as heheard it ordered by a few of the groomsmen. The waitress smiled down athim and asked, "What would you like, sweetie?" I'll take a beer," Eddie smiled as he told the waitress,.