Her hands were busy below and when I looked at just the right angle I could see a little reflection of her fingers slowly circling her clit. Her ass ...as grinding back into my hips and moving my cock in a way that my body recognized as pleasing though I could not feel any of the pleasure of rubbing my cock against her body. From time to time, Sherry would take the fingers of one of my hands and hold them up to her mouth so she could suck on the milk that had run down over my fingers or offer. I walked toward the sound and turning the corner I saw my bride of six hours in a passionate embrace with my cousin John. I stopped dead in my tracks, stunned by what I was seeing.They apparently did not see me or hear my approach so I stood still and quietly watched as John's hand went inside Cindy's sweater. Her hand dropped to the front of his trousers and she started rubbing what I assumed was his cock. John put both hands on Cindy's shoulders and pushed her down. She opened his fly, took. “Guess so,” Haley grinned back. “Too bad, huh. Guess I’ll have to trade Mac for you.” They embraced, then disappeared, teleporting themselves – presumably – somewhere else in the lodge, leaving Alana alone with the two quietly snoring drunks. As she gazed at them in the dim light of the lounge, a single tear crept down her cheek. ‘How can we all be so unhappy? This was supposed to be a paradise... ‘Then she turned, set her glass on the bar, and disappeared. She was simply too depressed to get. The Uber driver was too young to bother flirting with, and I actually arrived early and ordered a glass of sparkling wine. When Diane walked in, she was accompanied by a long-haired beautiful woman, about our age but sexy as hell. She was introduced as Diane’s girlfriend. Yes, I was right — but I felt slightly jealous. Kay really was stunning, tall and leggy. Apparently, they’d been together for just over a year and, when Diane went to the bar to order a bottle, Kay said, “I've heard a lot.