She must have told a few others about his size because there were lots of ribald comments about her 'not walking straight after her wedding night' and she confided in me, after her third bottle of prosecco, that Brian had been 'totally rampant since Saturday, he wants it all the time'. Falling back onto my bed I fumbled in my draw for 'Brian' my own 'Brian' and as I watched myself in the wardrobe mirror inching the big toy up my hot wet hole I thought how good the real Brian was going to feel. I sank to my knees and wrapped both hands around the shaft, marveling at how thick and hard he was before greedily sucking as much into my mouth as I could. The undies were slightly too small which meant that my boobs were pushed up even more than usual and the color of my bra, as I hoped, was visible through the blouse. Cupping my breast in my hands I lifted them up, offering them to him and then did something that has turned on every man I have ever known. I wanked and sucked him for what seemed ages, my jaw was aching and my knees were sore, before I started to feel him tense as if he was going to cum. The next few night followed the same pattern, a practice of my strip routine followed by a long slow session with my sex toys as I dreamt of the real Brian abusing my body.