I hold my breasts, cupping one in each hand, raising them. Letting the swelling nipples poke through my fingers. They seem bigger, firmer.I slide o...e hand down the front of my panties, the other kneading my breast. I find my clit. It is already swollen. His eyes are now fixed on the movement of my hand under the panties.His trousers are bulging. He is unzipping himself. His penis is now out: long, hard, pointing upwards slightly. I long to touch it but for now I keep a distance. I opened the bedroom door slowly, half expecting a heavy object to be thrown at me. Instead, what I saw was Helen, lying on the bed with her arms folded, and her legs crossed at the ankles. She was propped up against the headboard, and eyed me with a suspicious glare."I'm still not going to fuck you." She said evenly, as I closed the door.I walked next to the bed, standing on the opposite side from her. I admit that at that moment, every nerve in my body was primed for mating. I was hard, my. Mary was moaning at the licking she was getting and Tristan was groaning at my fingers being up his arse and I didn’t know he was cumming until I got this warm sensation spurting down my throat.Tristan stepped back and his limp cock was hanging there as Mary got off the chair, “Greedy Gramps” she said as she took Tristan's cock which was still dripping and started to lick around the head before sucking on him, now she did struggle to get it in her mouth but gave it her best shot and I watched. Shellie and Mary just dug in with the wedding plans. It was like the plans had been already drawn up for the last ten years or so. I felt like a fifth wheel, apparently these two had been planning weddings since before that fatal day when Shellie made her charge at my table in the commons. The wedding went off just as Shellie and her mom had planned. If something wasn’t just right or they couldn’t get what they wanted, when they wanted it, they just threw money at it until they did. Talk.