Day 3 was a bit different. She was not behaving as she did the previous day. Maybe she was also starting to want me. After all, I was the one who made...her cum for the first time and now she was getting used to the sensation of my touch. Or maybe she had realized she went too far last night and I must be angry at her.She did not talk to me the whole day and kept avoiding me. I was also too busy in the wedding preparations as it was on the next day. But I was eagerly waiting for sun to set.At. She said that Denises boyfriend just pounded her. Denise could barely catch her breath. My wife said out loud “Now I see why I can hear you!” and Denise just looked at her and tried to answer. My wife said that his balls were just slapping away against her ass as she held both legs up with the crux of her arms. By this time, her boyfriend had already gotten hard enough to go some more (with the help of my wifes hand) and so she spread out again and they started fucking again. My wife said. I will have to fight the urge to go and spy on Sue as she prepares herself in the bathroom. I know she will be donning some sexy arrangement of revealing garments; maybe stockings and a garterbelt under a tiny mini dress or maybe some split crotch pantyhose beneath a long skirt with a transparent blouse covering a lacy barely there bra. Whatever she chooses to wear I know the arousing ensemble will surprise me.Oddly enough, whoever is behind the ticket counter usually pay little attention to. Dammit, there was the shotgun that we had been looking for. Unfortunately for me, several of the buckshot from the shotgun blast caught me in the side and spun me around. I was not hurt by the buckshot, but I got a sound knock on the head when I fell to the floor.Judy ran to cover us from anybody coming up the stairs while Marlene looked after me. Fortunately, the only harm to me was a headache and a torn uniform shirt. The four buckshot were embedded in my Kevlar vest, but we could worry about.