His room had altered slightly. The walls were a slightly different shadeof cream, and his bed was now matching, and overall, it looked tidier. Itdidn'... look more womanly, but it was the feeling he was getting.But the contents of the wardrobes did worry him. Some of his clothes, notall, were gone, and in their place were equivalent items of womensclothing."What the fuck?!!!" he exclaimed. "Emily, please, change me back!!!"He sorted out some of his original clothes and put them on. He then. "Robbie, quit that now. Stop being like that. Stop moping around. You love being my cuckold, and you know it. So, behave yourself and take what you can get, what I'm offering you. And, as for Chris being the bull of the moment, just deal with it. Okay?" I just walked off. I know she was maybe pissed at me or maybe herself, but I was also certain that I'd shaken her with my comments. I left her the mandatory note. Amanda, I love you more than anything, and I was even getting my head around. The wedding was everything one could wish for, lovely sunshine, beautiful girls and terrific surroundings. Both couples were married and overjoyed that our friends were there to help us celebrate. I had emailed her sister, Jill and told her of my intentions and she had flown out the previous evening, but had kept away from Milazzo until just before the service was due to commence. She was waiting in the church as we entered and Amanda’s surprise was complete. She was still crying as we. I felt it happening. I hated it. But I can’t control it.He suddenly stopped rubbing and cupped my mound with his hot hand. I groaned in dismay at the sudden cessation of the friction that felt so good down there. I’m so close to cumming again. I want it. And I don’t want it. All these mixed emotions and roller coaster feelings of erotic pleasure are driving me right out of my mind!He pulled his lips away from mine. He grinned at me, squeezed my pubic mound and said, “Baby, that’s a cunt. It may.