“Will we see you at the reception?”“We’re going to come for a bit,” I said. “Chloe mentioned she wanted some pictures with us.”Mom swall...wed. “Really? Good. I’ve missed you. It will—it’s nice to see you.”Dad walked over and took my mom’s arm. “They’re waiting for us in the limo.”He didn’t look at us. We didn’t exist.Mom looked back at me. “There’s room if you two...”Patrick stepped in. “We’ll take a cab and meet you there.”Mom looked at him with an almost thankful expression. She probably. Without knowing my hands moved towards my chest and started pressing my boobs. I lifted my Tee- shirt and pinched my nipples, squeezed my boobs one hand moved inside my panty.Already my queen started getting wet by seeing kings and queens on the living room sofa. Outside of my friends with their boyfriends, inside the room me alone, but all were doing the same thing, ‘Sex’ I forgot where I am, what I am doing, unknowingly I closed my eyes and continued to enjoy masturbation.All off sudden. I didn't mind the Christmas rush. It kept me busy at a time when my calling was an interruption to my customers. My sister usually invited me for Christmas, which was not much fun as she would bring our conversation round to what went wrong in my marriage. A subject that I tried to avoid as assiduously as she would try to talk about it. I lived my life and let others get on with theirs. My sister lived with a rigid set of almost Calvinistic rules and criticised volubly those who offended her. "What are you doing?" Carl asked.Vince said he was showing Gwen how sexy she looked, and how easy it would be for her to get some cock.Curiosity got to Carl, "What does she see now?"She sees herself over there with those three guys."Carl looked over. There were three young men. Probably in their late twenties."Gwen's laying on the table now. Two are holding her legs in the air and apart. The third is eating her pussy."Carl was listening intently.Vince went on, "Gwen's asking one of them to get.