It was a small, but for us memorable wedding. We went back to the bar which had an excellent restaurant in it, for our wedding supper. A friendly bake..., even had a beautiful cake for us when we got back. Friends came in all evening, to toast us, and hear from Glen the story of the pool games that were never played. No one had ever beaten Gena at bowling for break, and asked how I could do it so well. Glen would smile and say, ‘Didn’t you know. Jim is Montana Jake the 3rd. I was there the night. I took the pics to my room and photocopied them. I took the pictures back to her room and put them back in the book, carefully placed it back where I found it I grabbed a pair of frilly red underwear and then left the room checking it had been as it was when I came in. I stashed the photocopies of the pics and the underwear in my bedside table (easy reach for later on) The next day once again I was home alone so I took the pictures out and went downstairs I was stoking my cock as I was looking. I pulled her tightly against me and kissed her deeply, my tongue penetrating her lips, searching hers. She pushed against my chest, resisting, but she was definitely in no state to put up much of a fight. My hand reached for her exposed tits and I marveled at how firm but soft they were and how hard her nipples were. In that moment, all rational thought left. She punched at my chest, but in her intoxicated state she neither had the strength, nor wherewithal to do much. I continued to kiss her,. It took me a couple of seconds to realize what had happened. Apparently, while sleeping, I hadn’t been as relaxed as I’d imagined. In fact, it appeared I’d been restless, squirming around until my dress was high up my thighs. Raised so far, in fact, that my delicate underwear was on show. Instinctively, I wanted to cover myself, but, because I was feigning sleep, I couldn't do it easily, or more importantly, without James discovering I was awake. Not only that, the sexual rush I’d experienced.