’ ‘We’re not wearing any.’ piped Lulabelle. It was such pleasant weather that the guests spilled outside to watch without being urged. Gathere... in small groups, lounging in teal chairs or simply loitering on the York-stone steps, they stared, bright-eyed and earnest, smiling and gesticulating as the children swivelled their hips, caressed their bodies, wiggled their bottoms and humped the air. A moment later they were high-stepping like drum-majorettes. Six young men wearing very short. TyronBrinks is the best man in this wedding. We have a wonderful andbeautiful bride Cindy Smith. In addition, we have a sissy cuckoldhusband Priscilla Baker. Mr. Brinks, take your place."Tyron walked to stand before the reverend and then tuned to face theaudience. The organ music played, "here comes the bride". As theaudience turned to the rear they saw Pansy dressed like a little flowergirl coming down the aisle spreading flower pedals as she did. Shereached the podium and took her place on. She smiled at that, a twinkle in her eye of curious interest. "What kind of books do you write?" she then asked."Book," I thought silently, quickly if I'd wanted to be honest and correct her. But I didn't. "Oh, fantasy mostly ... but not the typical variety of a lot of authors," I told her already sensing that Fantasy wasn't obviously part of the genre she was used to reading. "The difference being, my Elves, Gnomes and Dwarves have intimate relations."She laughed at that, once again her smile. Spongebob was on.I got him into the treatment room and onto an examination couch, where I gently asked him to undress again. He did so, looking VERY nervous, as if something was very wrong. So there he was, magnificent and naked, gym honed physique and about ten inches ( yes, really! ) of superbly erect cock pointing at the ceiling.I asked him again how long it had been like that, again he reiterated it was like that most of the time , at the moment.I asked him did he not masturbate. He.