When Amy called for us to kiss forthe camera, we embraced in a long, warm, tender kiss.I loved being around Jenny, and I loved everythingabout her. At...that moment, I knew that I would havegladly said "I do" to her today, if we were reallygetting married, even if I had to be the one wearingthe wedding dress. On second thought, especially if Igot to be the one wearing the wedding dress.Amy took a few more shots and then called thebridesmaids to join the party.Bridesmaids? What bridesmaids?Three. I was born like this. Do you have any hang-ups about me being transsexual. Because if you do, I’ll fucking split!”“Of course not. I really like you. Just one question.” I said.“Shoot.” She said.“Can I touch it?” I asked.Without saying a word, Burkleigh walked up to me and all I did was take my hand and explored her penis. While exploring, it got bigger and harder in my hand. During my curious administrations, she started to grunt and groan: “Ungh. Fuck. Oh, Kenzie. Ffffuuuccckkk! Baby, put your. This was causing a rather pleasant feeling to stir between my legs as these young men obviously found my wife to be attractive and sexy.As I watched from the sofa, Pete had both his hands on her butt gently pulling my wife against him. It looked like she was rubbing her pelvis against his leg as they slowly turned to the music. Between his hands and her rubbing against his leg, her dress was riding up and in no time it was high enough his hands made contact with her pantyhose. I was pretty sure. “You do want me to suck you off, don’t you? He asked. I was taken aback by his brashness and the fact I was virtually unable to speak. Then I felt his hand not on my knee but on my swollen cock. I kept driving, looking straight ahead and afraid to look down. He started to slowly massage my cock through my pants and I felt my cock jerk. My thoughts shifted to disbelief. This cannot be happening. I’m not gay, why am I letting this happen? Why don’t I just stop and order him out? Then I heard him.