He wasn’t worried. But he wanted this new girl. Something had passed between them that night. He was drunk. He was too forward, way too forward. Stu...idly forward. Oh, what had he done? Had he driven her away so quickly? And what was she doing there? Was she interested? She might have just been a party-hopper looking for a good time. No, she wasn’t like that. She was a good girl, not the sort who lived for the high of the moment. She was a girl he could love. He was nearly home when he spotted. Barry Lowery."The bride and groom marched down the aisle to the Finale from Handel's Water Music as we all stood. Slowly a line began to form and snake its way in the general direction of the Resort's club room, for libations and congratulations.The bar was open in the corner with a pair of my waitresses serving. A small table near the front door held a handful of wedding gifts which were artfully arranged to frame the signed marriage licence. The happy couple and their pleased parents were. His cock, which was aching with renewed need, twitched against his belly and he grasped it with his free hand and began to slide it up and down his length. Ron was gorgeous, he thought, as he watched him make love to Hermione’s pussy with his mouth, tongue thrusting inside her, and then retreating to lick long stripes through her folds. He wondered why Ron had never done that with him, knowing the feeling would be just incredible if the chocolate inspired Ron’s talented mouth to work any harder. There was no way that she hadn't noticed that, he thought. His heart jumped as his breathing came quicker.Julie's hand froze. For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then, with a small, hesitant stroke, Julie's fingers moved to brush the swell of his bulge. Even if it was through the fabric of his jeans, she had touched him. With her fingertips still on him, his erection fought with his zipper, pressing urgently against her palm.His hand, seeming to move on its own, slid around Julie's side.