We stayed at the hotel venue the night before. Liz was there for the final girls' night out, the mayhem and trauma of getting the bride ready, makeup ...rtiste, hairstylist, wedding planner, psychotherapist; you get the picture. I had quality time with the kids. Tina looked stunning! The hair, the makeup, she was always sexy, but today she was an inaccessible babe. The ceremony went smoothly; all the children, hers, ours and everybody's were well behaved. The reception was an afternoon and. I closed my eyes to get into it. Find the right mental space and you can be the part, not just play the part, my drama teacher once told me. So, I imagined a lover’s hands, but times four. All over me. Worshipping me. Appreciating me. Loving me.My breathing changed. A moan escaped me. A pinch of my nipple made me smile wider. A run up my thigh made me go, “Ooh!” A pat on the ass made me gasp and pretend to be angry, but then I stuck my butt out for another spank. They lifted my schoolgirl skirt. ' "Greg nodded, smiling. "It was so worth it though, wasn't it?" It was nice," Joan admitted.Greg led the way again and the last bit of the path opened up into a sudden vista of scenic splendor—a smallish, pristine beach, and a few s**ttered sailboats with shining masts that flashed the sunlight, anchored on green water that was as clear as glass, making the boats look like they were floating in the air above it. "Wow," Greg said. "The Bahamas, huh? This place is amazing." Greg," Joan said. They were raking her body from her toes to the top of her head. And he liked what he saw.She wasn't wearing nylons. She didn't have to encase her legs in the smoky fabric to make them look good. She had a nice, even tan that appealed to him. Although she obviously spent a lot of time in the sun, her skin didn't have that brittle, dried look. It was smooth-and he guessed it would feel - even smoother flowing under his fingers as he stroked upwards toward her hidden snatch.The woman's tits were.