I guided Beth into a new position, one legon the floor the other knee resting up on the table. Rubbing my dick alongher tight ass, I slipped back into...her burning pussy, grinding back and forth,in and out, while slapping the side of her tight ass. "Her ass was just made for this." I thought. I also fully expected her mother to tap me on the shoulder again, but shewas busy dressing and really seems blasé about the whole thing. On theverge of an orgasm once again, I pulled out, "One more thing to. Brent Carson." Still, I had to admit that the wedding had the feel of a non-event, like a Jane Wilson night on the town that turned sour, and she returned to her bed alone."There's that," Mary said again, this time without the smile.Mary didn't want to feel happy, not at that moment, so I let her stew in her subdued, slightly depressed state and went about the chores that would set what I called Operation Retribution in motion. I called it Operation Retribution, but silently and to myself. I. I don’t know what came over me, the wine or the aching in my pussy; I just smiled at him and headed back onto the dance floor.I squeezed my way back to the centre where the lads still were, and it wasn’t long before Darren (I found his name out later) had me in a hold again and was making a move on me. I found out he was down on a training course with several colleagues, and they were staying in the hotel.He had been drinking but wasn’t too drunk. I could feel he had a hard-on through his. Tongues were becoming involved, when I heard someone clear their throat. The fact that it didn't sound like Denise or Ann, made me stop what I was doing.Four blushing teenagers turned to see a man holding a shotgun."Sorry to be interruptin'", he drawled, "but I figgered if'n I'd waited another minute I'd of had to use this here shotgun to escort ye' to the weddin', young feller!" PA!", Bernie squealed, "I just caught this'n, don't be a'shootin' him, yet! I ain't near done with him!"She started.