The head board of the bed making a rhythmic sound on the wall. As I pumped away, I felt Jean’s ass getting wet from perspiration, and also her back ...as gleaming, her head was thrashing about in front, shaking from side to side. Screams came from Jean, “Ahh, fuck, I’m, cumming, I’m, cumming Bob, oh, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Then Jean froze, and shouted out, “Get out, get it out!” I took a step back, Jean turned round, pushed her hips forward, and leant back on to the bed. I put my thumb and forefinger around it and stroked a little. I stroked the entire length. I reached down further and cupped his balls. I felt his tummy muscles tense, then relax. I fingered his balls a bit and I couldn’t make heads or tails of them. Why did men have such a goofy addition to their anatomy? I decided they’d best be left alone.Daddy’s hands, meanwhile, were exploring me. They rubbed my nipples and with his right hand, he played with my clit. He touched it very gently and slowly. Truth be told I never attended a lesbian wedding, and my first experience was out there. Then of course we all went back to our house and had the reception in the same place. We let them have their first dance and we stood back. They both looked absolutely beautiful.“Well, now we are a foursome together, I never would thought in my wildest dreams that my daughter would marry her best friend's mom. Yeah that's like something you read on Lush stories, but it has happened though,” John said.“Yeah. “To get Katy to give it up!” Cindi said.“Give what up?” I asked, innocently.“Oh stop!” Cindi laughed. “You two did it! She just admitted it. I’m in awe, actually.”“Did what?” I chuckled. “Had coffee? Because that’s all we did!”Everyone burst out laughing.“Gotcha, Cindi!” Katy said.“Wait, then what the heck did you mean?” Cindi asked loudly, above the laughter.“We stopped at a place he knew - the coffee shop. And what he’s very good at is making me feel comfortable as a good friend and nothing.