When the invitations were cut out, glued, stuffed into envelopes and finally finished, the real party began. We made a liquor run and brought home rum...and soda and various flavored vodkas and started to drink and laugh and talk well into the night. Before we knew it we were ordering pizza and showing off our bridal attire to the best man (a cross dresser who enjoys dresses immensely). While I was in the bathroom helping the bride, Mark and Christy were making out, hands on each other's faces. My self-absorption and arrogance was now coming home to roost. The stern faces told me that they had only been waiting for a reason to ask me to leave.I wiped the sleep from my eyes and swung my feet to the floor. My nightgown flew partially open, but I didn't bother to close it. I spoke before anyone else had a chance to say anything. "Hi, Jazz. You probably know who I am by now. I definitely know who you are. Welcome back. Listen, I've had a hard go of it, and I was just staying here until. I kissed her both breast and moved towards her navel and started to lick it slowly and rolled my tongue around her navel she was going crazy and was squeezing her breasts.As she was sitting on table I sat down and started to suck her toe fingers one by one then the I put my head inside her long skirt and started to kiss her leg and move up licking it they clean waxed, as she was sitting I can’t move above her knees so I carried her dropped her on bed and put my head inside her skirt without. I knew I was one but did not know about her. She didn't behave different or surprised with what had happened a day before. I didn't even know what it was supposed to be from here on. I tried to test waters."how are your hands now mom?" I asked."I am good now." she replied coldly and left the tent.There were no signs of her asking for more help or any mention about what happened. I realized that she didn't want to discuss about it any more and was supposed to be a one off incident. Yeah we got.