I could hear the click of her high heels on the stone floor and the swish of her dress. I just stood there in a trance like state until Marcel said, �...�Now you can look.’ I turned and looked. Jen was about four or five steps away, walking slowly, holding her brother’s arm. She was looking at me and smiling. I always thought that Jen was beautiful and I know that they say that all brides are beautiful, but when I saw my Jen coming toward me, I was astounded. She was a vision of loveliness, beauty. Let the games begin! At first we just kissed softly and slowly. It was kissing at its most delicious. Gradually, our kisses grew deeper, more urgent, probing. Gasping. Jenny was wearing a low-cut top and as we kissed I could see those globes beckoning me. I reached and caressed a breast. “Oh, yesssss!” she whispered. “Please play with my breasts!” With that, she stopped kissing me and reached inside her top to unfasten her bra---in front. I had been married for almost 30 years, so I knew when a. She said, "I will call you back in when they leave."Jack said, "Thank you, ma'am. You are kind."She left. Less than half an hour later, she returned looking grim. "They are gone now, thank goodness. Your son and daughter in-law had to be firm with them. My floor supervisor finally had to escort them out." She guided us back to the room.Tension seemed to release when we walked in. John came to me and hugged me. "Go to Pam, please."I went over to Pam. She had been crying and it hadn't been from. The bad thing about her is that her itch is addictive. she's a 9.99 out of 10 on my sexual preference scale, anal and all, and she's got a great body, better than many women half her age (she's in her early 40's).so, i hop in the shower and do some quick manscaping just in case she's coming by for more than old times sake. good thing i did, because after i threw together something to eat for us, and two bottles of wine later, i saw that "if you keep acting right you can get some of this" smile.