My fingers were tracing lines all over her body as she told me of her dreams and hopes and she listened intently as I shared my advice and experiences... But my throat went dry when she looked intently into my eyes for a much longer time than I thought necessary, as if she could see straight into my soul. Her small right hand squeezed my limp noodle, awaking it as I hardened in response to her touch. I leaned over her and we kissed for a while until we were both more than ready to make love.. The liquid in my glass looked identical to that in the glass of my Aunt Mary seated beside me. It wasn't. As I had discovered earlier when wine had been distributed with the meal, the place cards at each setting were coded by border color. Not wishing to risk their liquor license, the staff had strictly enforced the prohibition against alcohol in the case of minors like myself. Thus, I had to make do with what turned out to be Sprite when the best man got up and toasted the bride and groom.. Of course it didn’t take long and the second guy was shooting a wet load all over himself. She took another cloth and very carefully wiped him clean taking extra time to caress his dripping cock, squeezing a few last drops of cum out of his wilting prick. As she wiped the cum off the head of his prick, she cupped his balls with her other hand and massaged them. Then it was the older guy’s turn. He didn’t last long either as she repeated her ministrations to his prick. I noticed that while she. We even dozed; the togetherness just now enough, time went on, the hours passed, un-noticed by us, wrapped in this cocoon of good feelings. Finally she stood, switched out the unwatched television, and took my hand. She led me to her bedroom, faced me and then removed my clothes. I soon stood naked, not the fine figure of Tarzan, but an honest to goodness naked gardener, rampant at this wonderful woman`s touch my six inches proud and hot mentally I believed I had a stand like a baby`s arm..