At some point I must have turned off “Brian” and fallen asleep, because waking with a start a while later the sun had gone down and I was lying naked on my bed. In my half awake state I almost believed for a second that the real Brian had been there with me, that the wet patch was our fluids, not just mine. Then I felt the toy snuggled up against my thigh and I remembered what had happened. With a deep sigh I got up and went to the bathroom, used the loo and thought about having a shower. Even though it had only been his hands that had touched me I didn’t want the memory to fade too quickly so I just wrapped myself in my soft white robe and went into the kitchen where I poured myself a huge glass of wine before snuggling down onto handjob my sofa. As I sipped my wine and reflected blowjob on the day I knew I was going to have the real Brian’s cock soon or die in the attempt. My mobile was lying on the floor along with most of the contents of my handbag, cast aside in my haste to get to the bedroom and I could see that there was a message. It was from Claire thanking me for all my help with her shopping and reminding me that there was only one week to go and that she would see me again on Wednesday for drinks along with her other close friends. And then it struck me. If there was one night when Claire would be out of the way and wouldn’t ask where teens Brian was it would be on Thursday, he was doing exactly the same with his friends. Quickly flicking through my contacts I found the number I was looking for. Wes was Brian’s best mate and best man and had organised the stag weekend they had spent in Amsterdam. He had told me that they would still be having a ‘bit of a party’ in the week before the wedding in Brian’s local as “It’s traditional, and anyway, any excuse!” I had met Wes quite a few times and he was very similar to Brian, in both looks and teen personality. If Brian was a ‘10’ then Wes was an ‘8’ going on for ‘9’ and I felt sure that he would leap at the suggestion I was going to make. He answered after a couple of rings and after the usual pleasantries I asked about Thursday night. He said that it Hardcore was going to be fairly quiet, just half a dozen of them having a few beers and them maybe going for a curry. I said that I thought that Brian deserved a little more on his last night of freedom. Wes was a little put out by this and started to sound defensive, explaining that they had been to Amsterdam and that it was work the next day etc… “Anyway, have you got any better ideas then?” he asked “How about a stripper?” I said Wes laughed “Oh he’d love that but Claire would go mad if she found out!” Nice.” He pushed his cock inside of her mouth until it was about half way in. I was screaming watching my friend’s relentless attack. “We're going blowjob to change the world.” My soul quivered, feeling the crystalline structure Hardcore of the dildo aching to... to flow. My futa-sister had a teens wicked gleam in her eyes. She obeyed with a sensuous grace, stretching out her naked body on the bed. Couldn’t imagine why either. He pushed further inside and marveled at how sweet her juices tasted. Sit the fuck down." With a desperate glance around her as the sensations began to build, her cheeks flushing, she was at least pleased to see that no one was watching her, all off in their own little world, eyes glued to their phones and blissfully unaware of her problem. “Maybe I should come back another time?” Vanessa pulled me into her apartment closing the door behind Duke and me. “I don’t know,” I said, looking down at the dog who looked up, teen tongue lolling, looked handjob at Vanessa who was blushing. Each morning, Cindy would tease Ron with a brief cock-fondling, then promise a blowjob when he got home from work. “I’m sorry, Sir” was her only response. It's already bonding with you.