"Would ya like some lemonade hun," Jenna said as she walked into the kitchen getting some glasses."Sure, that would be great," I replied."Here ya go s...eetie," Jenna said handing me the glass and then sitting beside me on the couch close to me with her arm around me on the back of the couch as she loving scratched the base of my skull with her fingersThe way Jenna was sitting had her waist length see through mesh robe open and I could see her sumptuous breast and the way she had her legs I could. He continued to massage, but I could feel him pushing one leg, wanting me to lift it towards my chest. I moved as he wanted, then he straddled my extended leg, still massaging between my cheeks. I was laying halfway on my stomach and my side, but the position opened me up for him perfectly. There was a wonderful feeling of pressure as he began to slip between my swollen lips. I was so wet he barely needed to push at all.Once I was full of him, he began to massage my back again, but hardly moved. She could feel her pussy dampen the sheer crotch of her pantyhose as her pink-dyed heels clipped on the waxed tiled floor of the reception hall. It had been a very long time since she had been fucked during a wedding, and she could hardly wait to get upstairs.As she got to the top of the stairs, the 45 year old mother of two looked about the top floor of the reception hall, in reality just an extension of the church where her sister's wedding was held. The floor held mostly what looked to be. She put her arms around his neck and turned her face up to his. He kissed her tenderly and lay her down on the couch-bed and lay down beside her. She had no idea her husband was sitting only a few feet from her. Craig lay down on the other side of her. The two men lay on their sides, and she on her back. Their bodies pressed against her. Jack thought she had to be feeling their hard cocks even though they were clothed. They began to caress her and kiss her – on the mouth, on her neck, her.