[twowide]

Wedding Ceremony went OK. Then the photos. Bride & Groom first, then including Best Man and Chief Bridesmaid. Another gust of wind nearly tore the Brides long, white veil from beneath her tiara, so I grabbed the wafting netting twixt thumb & forefinger, resting my knuckles in the small of her back. She turned and smiled. I let my hand slide down the crack of her bum as the Photos continued. Finally, I cupped her buttocks, sliding two fingers between her legs as I jabbed my thumb between her cheeks. She turned and blew me a kiss, shuffling her heels apart. I continued the reciprocating massage until the photographer finally finished, when she was led towards the Grooms Family.

They soon emigrated, only leaving their grown-up family to return after several decades. When they did, I was able to see the actual Wedding Photo Album. She looked at me so longingly, remembering. Her groom kept at elbow distance.