As he entered he noted the familiar smell of pot-pourri that seems to cling to all charity shops. He looked around the rails of secondhand clothing do...minated as usual by female garments. His eyes searched swiftly and he saw the shelves of books at the back beside CDs and video tapes of discarded movies. Amongst the crop of Catherine Cooksons and Danielle Steels he noticed a real gem: The First Circle by Solzhenitsyn. Taking it to the cheerful seventy-year-old woman at the till he paid his. I looked over at him and he just said be right back, gave me a wink. He came back with a dildo from my wife's stash. The girls just giggled and started to blow the toy together.Things were starting to look promising, but they sid they were getting picked up to go to this other party. Bummer...My buddy asked my if I still "puff"? Pulled out 2 joints.I was little shocked because I used to smoke up alot, he never touched it. Now years later I slowed down and he is offering it."What the hell". She whipped off my shorts, dropped to her knees and stuffed my rapidly growing cock into her mouth. “Wow” she mumbled “It’s a fat fucker” It took only a few moments to get me fully hard following which she stood and quickly removed her sweatshirt and jeans. My earlier instinct that a half-decent figure may have been hiding under the less than flattering clothes proved correct – nice, probably C cup, boobs that still looked surprisingly firm, a trim waist and pert arse were revealed as she. “You didn’t cum yet” Connie asked, “did you?I shook my head no.“Is Christine in the bathroom?” Connie asked.Just as I was about to answer, the bathroom door swung open and there stood Christine. Her hair brushed, her makeup reapplied and her panties back in place.“You look perfect, dear” complimented Connie. “Are you ready?”“Yes” replied Christine, “I think so. I’m a bit nervous but I want this.”“I’ll be right beside you, dear” Connie added, in a calming tone. “Just do exactly as I tell.