She was about to turn her head and see who it was, when she felt a hand in the middle of her back. The hand started caressing the small of her back, i... circles, going ever lower. “I should get up,“ she thought.But she didn’t. She kept wrestling in her mind with what she should do. The hand kept circling lower, and was now caressing her ass. She didn’t want to admit it, but it felt so good. No one had caressed her like that in the three years since her husband left.Then she felt a second hand on. Around his waist he wore a black belt that held asilver sword in a silver scabbard. He had on a pair of white gloves andwas holding his officer's cap in his hand. In his other hand he held acorsage."I stepped forward and smiled as he pinned the corsage to my wrist. Iheard my mother crying softly as he helped me slip into my wrap.'Pictures, pictures,' my mother said, grabbing her camera from off thecoffee table. We posed for about a half dozen photos, each time bymother sniffled. 'I can't help. I know that the men, whoever the bastards may be, are certainly appreciating the 'show.' The oddest part of all this is the arousal starting to churn in my veins. The lust that starts to warm my pussy as I suck, feeling slickness along my fingertips. It's hard to explain, except to say this: When you've been isolated for as long as I have, when you just crave human contact, any contact, then it makes a girl do strange things. I pretend that this Chalmers is someone who cares about me, and that. I could see he was getting frustrated and just wanted to cum. She pulled herself off him and walked over to where I was sitting.This wasn’t part of our plan, but I was at Sarah’s mercy. She pushed my hand away from my dick and sat on my lap with her back to me. I could feel her grasping my dick and sliding the head along her slick pussy lips. JD was sitting back watching us now with his dick in his hand. Sarah didn’t take her eyes off JDs as she slid down my dick. Her pussy felt like a cavern.