"She laughed at that, "The evening is young yet, and there will be a lot more excitement as you say, taking place before this night is done. Perhaps w...'ll even have the opportunity to enjoy one another later?" She strongly hinted, then kissed me lightly on the lips before moving off into the throng of people once again.By now I noticed, many had gotten entirely naked, some few actually openly now fucking one another, either on the floor, or within or upon several of the couches spread out. What tonight was all about was the myriad 'good acquaintances' that he worked with. And their social climbing wives. Plus a few genuine friends who hadn't been able to make it to the wedding.From the day the announcement of their wedding at the ranch, with pictures, had appeared in the New York papers, George had been bombarded with a clamor to hold a reception, so 'everyone' could meet George's new wife.George's story was well known: His first wife, whom he'd loved desperately, had died young.. Perkins went behind her, pulled down the tiny panties and kissed her beautiful, creamy white, ass globes. Even though his cock barely moved, he loved the show. Always seeking to keep her happy, Perkins got some pussy juice from between her still wet lips, and ran his lubricated finger, very slowly, up and down her lush separation. Giving him another great show, Holly cried out, “Oh, Mr. Perkins, that is so good. I love what you do to me.” “Holly, your buns are just delicious when white. You. Starving. Our gazes fixed upon one another. Desire fills the room as we stand there, gently letting our fingers roam the new territory before us. Your hands wander up my shoulders. My fingers sink into your ass cheeks. Your fingers glide along my collarbone. Mine slowly move up the small of your back. Your fingers rest along the back of my neck. Your thumbs run down my windpipe. I bring my hands up and wrap my delicate fingers around your wrists. My breath catches in my throat. I meet your gaze.