Mary was running her hand idly up the leg of her colleague, the bass guitarist called Loo, as she spoke to me. “Harry’s looking good,” said Mary... “Oh?” “Fuck's sake Beth. You haven’t taken your eyes off her all evening. It could make a girl lose her self-confidence.” “You seem to have your hands full.” “Oh, Loo just likes being handled, don’t you girl?” Loo had full lips, and large breasts and I suspected had foregone the T-shirt under her leather jacket. “Mhmm,” she murmured but she was busy. ” Annabelle apologised. “Mind if I eat you for a sweetie?” Harry usual took the bull by the horns and asked a direct question. It either got him a slap or unlimited pussy. Annabellevsimoly smiled sweetly. “But Harry Sweetie. I want to Eat you first.” Harry found her arms round him propelling him on to the settee where she quickly unzipped his trousers and lowered them and his underpants to expose his stiff cock. “Nice Big cock, Harry needs sucking. Annabelle soon proved she was no stranger to. Carrie informed me of our "relationship". I learned quickly that my oral services were still needed. Carrie had lifted her skirt and spread her legs for my mouth to partake. I was allowed to finger and pull open her flaps to insert my tongue and face into Carrie's pink juicy center. Sadly, I would no longer gain access to her unbelievable huge chest and my cock would have to be satisfied by 'other means'. She was very specific. I had to accept my new role....and I did. I liked to satisfy. It felt nauseatingly arousing to have such fresh images of her in my mind as I stared back at myself and my middle-aged body.It was the perfect humiliation and I felt so grateful to my husband for making me do it. I thought again of her cunt, of its smooth, bald tightness and pinched at my own slack, hairy lips - pulling at my leathery labia so she could see how far my gnarled lips could stretch.And then I aimed the phone at my tits, cupping each one individually so she could see the stretch.