We were informal and had our pistols buckled at our backs. We would change clothes after lunch for the wedding.We walked around in the garden after br...akfast. I noticed another couple there, also. Mo and Bert were walking closely. I thought that good. I also noticed that both were wearing pistols. That confirmed to me that Bert had serious concerns.With very little help from Jam, we steered toward them. We met. I said, “Bert, have you heard anything else?”“No. It worries me. I think you have a. . yes, of course, that would be nice” I said, suddenly my life was changing, he wanted to buy me a nice dress, obviously to show me off to his group of social gatherers, the shopping trip took a turn for the better, we were into some very posh gown shops, trying them on, Julia couldn’t resist the temptation to try a few on, the assistants were round us like bees round a honey pot, they could obviously smell a good sale brewing, I looked at a black beaded full length gown, low fronted, no back,. Jake seemed to enjoy jamming his cock into my face and each time he did so, all I could think of was that swollen, cum filled cock so close and I would let my tongue drift down his thick-veined shaft, savoring the taste of oil and sweat and man meat.For a half hour or more we grappled, our bodies rubbing against each other, each of us conscious of the other's cock, of our hands sliding over each other's nakedness.Exhaustion finally put a stop to our efforts, but the crowd, close to a hundred. " Then how..." Oh, Scott, did you really think you could keep something like that a secret?" Sandra scolded softly. "I suspected it the first day I met you. The way you two looked at each other. Remember, I'm Kathy's mother. Then I happened to overhear the two of you in your apartment one afternoon..." Then it was you who dropped the handkerchief and matches," Scott remarked."Oh, is that where I lost it?" Sandra exclaimed with a smile. "I've looked everywhere. The point is, Scott, that I don't.