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THE other weekend, when the footie was on the telly, my mate invited me and a few pals round to his place to watch the game. We had a whip-round first to make sure we were well-stocked with ale. And he promised us that his busty missus would keep us supplied with snacks. She’s famous for her big boobs and soon the jokes were flying about “getting ’em out for the lads”. She took it all in good humour before going upstairs and I thought she’d got fed up with the banter. How wrong I was!
Five minutes later she walked back in the room wearing a black PVC French maid’s outfit with a tiny skirt and a low-cut front – showing off her awesome cleavage.
As she bent down to pick up some empty beer cans, her husband lifted her skirt and pretended to shag her doggy-style.
“Come on then, big boy, give me a length!” she shouted as she bent right over so her tits fell out of the front of her dress!
Then her hubby pulled down her black satin panties and gave her bumcheeks a hard slap.
She pretended to be annoyed with him and came and plonked herself on my lap.
I slipped my hand between her legs and could feel her minge was already moist.
At the same time, she felt my dick getting hard and pressing into her bum and she squealed with delight.
Next thing I knew, she had my cock out and got on her knees in front of me and began