When it shifted, the drunk girl got closer to me. She started to dance and was rubbing herself on to me. She had a tight little ass and she managed gr...nd it into my cock that started to swell. This went on for several minutes and she never turned around. There was no way she did not feel my hard cock up against her. I put my hands on her hips and started to grind myself into her. She didn't object to this, so I kept holding her tight against me.It was to crowded that nobody paid attention to. But as the bride witters on to me about her honeymoon destination, I note that rather than return to their tables, Dad and Kate head out into the grounds of the country house.I quickly make my excuses and skip round the terrace to see where they’re going. The light’s fading fast from my vantage point on the terrace, so I can’t say for certain, but it looks like once they’re far enough away from the celebrations, they go to hold hands as they head down towards the lake.I want to follow them and. So you get the picture. A week ago this past Tuesday it was four degrees. As I left my apartment in Manhattan for the 30 minute walk to my office, gusting winds were stirring up the salt and ash that had been liberally spread on sidewalks to fend off slip-and-fall lawyers, much as garlic was once thought to deter vampires. Deter the bloodsuckers! I left at the usual hour, the wind stinging my eyes, my mouth half hidden by a scarf. The last three or four weeks it has been so cold that I’ve been. I always assumed it was just his way of being a wing man for his son. It made perfect since seeing as Tiffany was a petite little ginger with a beautiful face. He probably wanted to live vicariously through Dalton.I wondered how seriously Tiff took his remarks. She spent so much time at our house I was sure she had gotten to know Dalton well enough to know he was interested. She and I had spent countless hours talking about guys we were into, and some of the things we had done with them, but.