I looked him; fine toned fit body, tanned. He had strong arms and tattoos covered his arms, they suited him. I took the drink from him and we chatted ...bout the site, he spoke about his life and how he liked my photos. And I responded with how his photos didn’t do him justice. With that comment his smile grew, and his hand was on my thigh and sliding up. “You’re wearing stockings? Let’s see.” I smiled and stood the other side of the table and unbuttoned the dress. Revealing black and pink lace. Inside the reception venue, the speeches. Bride and groom still smiling, looking at each other full of love. We see snippets of speeches... Best man, “When Darren told me he’d found his one true love, I was dubious. Then when I got to know Phoebe MUCH better, I thought to myself, that’s not ‘love’ mate – that’s ‘lust’...”Maid of honour, “Phoebe has always had a kind heart. Always willing to show pity to dumb animals... Father of the bride, “Phoebe has always been my perfect little princess. No. For another he made my job much easier for that one night.Not to mention the fact that he brought the booze. It was also good booze as well. I seldom drank after a job, unless the older man had worked it with me. He was exactly 22 years older than me. Since I was 34 years old it made him 56 years old. He was distinguished looking. He was also tall, straight, and in much better shape than me."Here," he said handing me the glass with Canadian Club Whiskey and Cola. I tasted it and found it to be. The recording stopped, and he was back beside her now. "You did very well, Anna. I'm actually very impressed. Now, tell me more details; tell me about the conversations after all of this, because I know for a fact that he needed to talk about it."As she told him of the conversations that followed, he stood beside her touching her. His hands roamed her bare breast, down her back and through the crack of her beautiful ass, even further to the front to tease the wetness that was swelling from her.