And during the First Ladies’ breakfast, there was an extra meeting room booked upstairs in the Oxford. Rose knew that because she had been asked to ...lear these expenses. And she told Dean that because, well, perhaps because her clit was still tingling from the joy of capturing the retired agent’s… attention. No, Dean corrected himself, Rose would not have done that. She had told him because she wanted him to know what was going on, she wanted him to watch what he got into. Uh oh, Dean mused,. I jumped to feel him pulling down the front zip of my dress and gently easing my bra-clad breasts out. ‘That’s better,’ he said encouragingly as I gasped to feel myself being half undressed by strangers in full view in a club.‘It is indeed,’ said the other man approvingly. ‘Such pretty, sexy breasts. It makes me want to know what the rest of her looks like under here.’ As he spoke, he jerked my legs sharply apart and I gasped out loud in shock. My tight skirt was so short that I could feel it. I grabbed one fat tit and sucked on the nipple, while my hand roamed over that broad smooth tummy and slid through the scratchy hair and then into that velvety smooth wet place between round thighs which seemed to close around my hand. She moaned as I rubbed up and down in that wet spot, not rally knowing what I was doing or doing anything in particular, just enjoying at long last what it felt like to feel that place I'd looked at in magazines so intently. She seemed to suck my fingers inside,. She made her walk out, and once the vows had started they all sat back down. Mike kept looking at Candi, seeing the light in her face as she watched this beautiful moment. Once all the formalities were over, they ate and the dancing began. The formal dances were first of course, but then the dance floor was open for everyone. Mike and Candi were in the middle of the floor, grinding and drinking. Mike gripped onto Candi’s hips as she pushed her ass into his groin. She smiled as she felt his hard.