He rubbed his hard bulge on my butt. My body grew warm at the friction, the kind of warm only a girl's body can get during sex. His hands cupped my bo...bs, kneading them. My boobs are round soft creamy things that don't fit even Harry's large hands. Harry kneaded them the way a woman might knead her boobs trying to elicit milk from them. I looked around. We were making out on the dance floor. Was everybody blind? Harry kissed my neck and spun me around again, pulling me towards him quickly. He. Soon she arched her back, stiffened, sighed and then shook and moaned to a massive, multiple orgasm. I was licking the cum off her thighs, when I realized a pair of hands were feeling my cock. It could not be her as my lower half was below the table. Soon a mouth replaced the hands and I heard what seemed like words of encouragement in an unknown language. I raised my head to see Sasha up on her elbows beaming a huge smile. I looked under the table, as she said my s****r seems to have joined. Just as I was getting ready to leave, I gave one more quick glance. I saw the girl lean over and start fumbling with her hands, then I saw the man lower his seat back. That's when I realized that she was undoing his pants. Now, I was far enough away where they wouldn't notice me looking in the mirror, but close enough to see right into their car. I fixated my eyes on them.I noticed her look down at him and her right hand starting to move. It was apparent that she was giving him a handjob. All I. My porcine and enfeebled father, who was nearing seventy years at the time and not likely to achieve that goal, staged a feast of welcome for this fourth bride. He fell asleep at the table, a cup of wine in his trembling hand, and his guards had to haul his corpulent body to his bed. I took it upon myself, as the last remaining son at hand, to escort the lovely, and I was sure virginal, bride. She smiled at me shyly and held my arm to her lithe body as we mounted the stairs. I was surprised her.