We were in a hidden, comfortable spot in the barn – a good place to play around. As we talked he did some fondling (through my clothes) then, he und...d my jeans, to take them down…that’s when I got hard as hell…then my shorts followed the jeans. I did some exploring of my own and found out that he was also hard as hell! This had him very aroused and, he was pretty well hung. Not that big but nice sized.He stroked my cock and did some sucking; not much, just enough to make things enjoyable for. They told me to come and dance with them. I said I shouldn't. Nichole came over and grabbed my hand and ushered me over to dance. My cock was bouncing around while dancing with girls, they had to see it. It was tenting my sweats. Nichole came and put her arms around me and said "dance with me" she was as drunk as Megan. Megan had lain down on the couch, asleep it appeared. Nichole continued her dance. I picked Nichole up and held her while we danced. She liked this and wrapped her arms around. Why was she always the wallflower? Why did she always have to be the one that people looked through? Why was she the one who always went to bed alone?It was with those questions rattling around in her mind that she drifted off to sleep.Ryan Hebert wasn't having a particularly good time as he wandered through the crowd of party-goers, beer in hand. He'd been with the insurance company about six months, and he really didn't know anyone very well.Yet, because of his background as a professional. The garden has semi private alcoves that are perfect for enjoying some fun. We choose the most secluded one and immediately wrap our arms around each other, kissing passionately, our hands groping, exploring, and lusting for this time, our time, our sexual fantasy fulfilled.We need to be discreet and quick so our spouses don’t notice our absence for too long. A waiter arrives and we explain that we are on our honeymoon and could we have privacy. I wink at him and he gives us the look of.