After a bit, I’d say that I was tired, had to get back, that we’d catch up again some time. I’d give you another friendly little peck, and I’... leave with a confident smile.So why was my stomach fluttering, why did I feel so warm? I finished my drink and saw my lipstick on the glass. Shit. That’d be right. You’d finally show up and there I’d be, looking a mess. I picked up my bag and looked around for the loos. There, past the bar down the other side, a darkened hallway and a set of stairs. . It had started with such a stupid thing, she had been charged full fare on a bus as the driver thought she was over sixteen. So when she had gone home Sally went in search of her birth certificate. She knew where her parents kept most of their paperwork and no one had ever told her not to touch it. Folded up in a suitcase of old photos and mementos of past holidays Sally found the pale green sheet of paper. She recognised it as a birth certificate as several of her friends regularly carried. There were a dozen different places around the garden that were perfect for photographs and it seemed to Denise that they had a hundred pictures taken at each one. Everyone was relieved when Susan finally said, "Enough with the pictures. I want to party."The bride, the groom, the best man, and the bridesmaids made their way to the tables where people were waiting for them. On reaching the reception area, the group broke up and headed in different directions.Denise found the table where her. I raked my eyes over her body, down to her legs, where I could see her panties hanging off one of her thighs. And her fingers... her fingers were sliding up and down the sides of the pinkest, most perfect pussy I had ever laid my eyes on. Well, the only pussy I had ever laid eyes on. She circled her middle finger around her clit, pressing down hard and pulling upwards so that her tiny red button was exposed. Then she ran her finger back down over her slit, dipping it into her dripping wet cunt,.