On screen, completely naked now, the mayor threw open the bathroom door. "Oh shit!" I cried. Erin screamed. "What are you doing here?" I shouted. ...What are you doing here?" Erin shouted back. "I live here!" I argued. "I'm the mayor. This is the mayor's house. My house. My shower." "Melissa told me I could make myself at home." "My wife?" "We're old friends from college. I'm Christina." "She didn't tell me anything about you." "Yeah, that sounds like Melissa," Erin said laughing. . The alcohol she’d consumed took away her inhibitions and she sank into Ryan’s arms.‘Oh, Ryan I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m a married woman.’‘If he cared about you he’d be here instead of me.’As the evening and the drinking went on Samantha became less stable on her feet. After one too many stumbles she hugged Ryan and kissed his cheek.‘I think it’s time for bed.’He put his arm around her waist and held her close as he walked her down the gangway to the cabin. He turned her and sat her on the. We broke, then with equally big smiles, walked arm in arm down the isle and out of the church. We were met with a host of people on the front steps showering us with cherry blossom petals. No rice or confetti, thank you. We stepped into the rented limo thoughtfully provided by Carl Heisler and were whisked off to the Redmond Airport and our brief one week honeymoon in ... where else ... San Francisco.Carl and my mother had combined to book us a suite in a very nice, older style hotel. It was. “Lay on the bed, Melissa.' he said softly. I noddedto him. I got onto my back on the bed, and knew I was exposingmyself to quite a few of the people, as they watched. I lookedbetween my thighs, and saw the ones that could see had startedstroking their meat. I suddenly knew exactly what was goingto happen, and I groaned softly, not needing a prompt fromDave. I slipped my hands between my legs, and spread my thickpussy lips wide. They watched me as they drew into a doubleparallel line at my side,.