She fed me, corn mush and fat pork, some cider and good bread. I watched her get her silent father into bed and spent the time cleaning my weapons and...getting them all loaded. She had a nice looking old rifle on the wall above the fireplace."That thing work?" I asked when she returned from her father's narrow bed on the other side of the house's center divider, a big hutch. I pointed at the rifle."Not sure," she said, closing the shutters and locking them. I took it down, dusted it off some,. Steve got me very, very relaxed and I felt so good. He reached over and gave me my drink. When I sat up my breast got totally exposed, but Steve made no mention of that he had a clear view of them. I downed my drink and told him to continue. He worked on my back and down my arms. I could feel his hands touching the side of my large breast and it felt good. He made no attempt to grope me or fully touch me. Then he worked his way down my back and over my ass. He massaged my ass through the. We checked in at the front desk and took the room key. Jessica was still in her gown and veil and I was still in my tuxedo. Heather wore a long, pale blue dress (surprisingly conservative, though I imagine she didn’t want to attract attention at the wedding) and walked quietly behind us up to the room. She carried a small purse.I used the key to open the door and walked in first.The lights were already on. The room wasn’t overly large, despite being the “honeymoon suite.” It had a king-sized. He moaned as he pushed back slightly, indicating that I was on the right track. Letting his cock slip from my mouth, I teased “Ooh you like that don’t you baby?” I reached on the nightstand and picked up a bottle of baby oil gel, squirting a generous glob on my finger before moving it back under him and shoving it up his ass. He moaned even more when I slid another finger in, stretching him as I finger fucked his ass. His cock twitched and oozed clear precum and I knew that he would explode if.