Naturally a few did. Mostly to slide hands up my shirt or down the front of my tunic. One old boy asked me to sit on his lap. No sooner had I done so ...hen his hand was thrust in my tunic, grabbing and cupping my breasts. He kissed my neck and started to lick my ear. I could see from his toga that he certainly wasn't past it as it started to raise itself next to my leg.Looking around Anna was still dancing but by now her top had fallen to her waist and her pointy breasts were pushed hard against. They both knew why they were there. He was so gentle. Were his hands shaking? He took care that her top would not catch her earrings and he also tried to avoid messing up her hair. She stood there now, he temporarily distracted as he turned to carefully lay the top on the chair. For God’s sake! Leave the damn thing. Turn around and look at me. He turned back to her but he deliberately took his time to increase the anticipation. Wow, she had a pair of tits. She wasn’t a twenty-something any more. Turning slightly, in one swift motion, you reached behind you and locked the door. Then you turned slowly back around to squarely face in my direction and proceeded to run your hands down your uniform. Stopping only to caress your breasts for a moment, you moved your hands down in between your legs and over your womanhood. As you moved your hands up and down over your mound, your eyes were fixed on my manhood. ‘God, I have waited for this all day long… you don’t have the slightest idea how hard. They just let mebe 'one of the girls' as I was so involved with the wedding preparationsanyways. They talked about their dates with their usher friends. Theytalked about makeup and how uncomfortable their corsets or bras were. I'msure Karen probably told them that I'd even tried a few on so they knew Icould agree with the comfortableness of the lingerie. "But don't we justlook gorgeous?" they all asked. A few even mentioned that I had a nicegirlish figure as well, probably because of the panty.