She didn’t move for a while and by still holding the door she kept on looking at me as was I kept gazing her. . I got up and said sorry by looking f...r my pant. By then she also said sorry and came in by letting the door close behind. Pant was on the chair close to her. I moved to pick and she was avoiding any eye contact with me and was seeing towards kitchen. I pulled the pant where her hand was resting on the chair. she was taken back and said sorry by giggling… I pulled in my pants and asked. Everyone’s waiting.’ ‘Alright,’ she sniffed, wiping her eyes and nearly ruining her veils. The bridal procession arrived at the field where the bridegroom and his entourage waited with the King and Lord Chancellor by the side of the High Priest who would be conducting the ceremony. Bobbi looked up and her eyes were drawn to a tall, blond man standing in front of the priest. He turned and even through her veils she could see his blue eyes, calm and piercing, seeming to take in everything about. “I loved seeing your ass! Putt your fingers inside for me.” Like a giddy school girl, more accurately, a giddy school boy, I raced through their house (I was staying at their house for the week) looking for something to use as lube. Suddenly it dawned on me to look in his night stand, next to his bed. When I opened the drawer, I breathed in sharply at what I saw. Sure enough, the was a bottle of lubricant, but also a silver smooth vibrator, about the size of my cock. It was easy to forget, but. ‘Sh-sh-she was just standing there…,’ he fumbled for words, blushing, staring at his fingers. ‘And?’ Grampa encouraged, lowering his face and looking straight into his eyes. ‘I was playing, batting… and she was… And I-I was … watching her and-and…’ Mohan blushed, and a flood of red ran up his neck and spread slowly across his face. ‘And she was… suddenly I was out! That idiot Rahul took my wicket!’ he groaned. ‘Come, sit,’ Old Grampa smiled a knowing smile and patted the little seat beside.