I always looked away as soon as I noticed a guy staring. Janet often teased me with the prospect of double dating. I counted my blessings that she n...ver pushed it. I guessed that men didn’t turn her on anymore ever since the Chicago incident. Soon I looked like a girl even naked. Except for my shriveled up dick and balls, there was nothing to indicate I was a guy. Time passed slowly and at times my embarrassment was almost unbearable. But I resolved to go through with this degrading. The moon is shining on the water and all I can hear is the waves slapping against the piers and the ferry boat off in the distance. Behind me, I hear faint footsteps getting closer. I turn my head around to see who is coming and see a lone male figure, in a calf length overcoat, moving towards me. In the dark, I can just make out a penis hanging out of his zipper as he slowly makes his way toward me. Excited, I turn back around and look out over the water. I already know what he's here for and. My ass muscles massaged the invading manhood until I relaxed enough for him to continue.Martin stroked my thighs while my ankles remained wedged over his shoulders. He was gentle but the hard cock in me jerked powerfully, waiting for the owner to put it to good use. Then he started a nice slow rocking, fucking the full length of his cock in and out of me. I took quiet shallow breaths, not wanting to spoil the moment as the discomfort began to fade his cock and my tight hole adjusted to each. The blonde freckle-faced bride-to-be who had come to the church dressed in her recently purchased summer print mini skirt length frock (purchased at the Rhino store) without any prompting from the pastor stood up and slipped off her clothes. Totally naked she knelt before the older black church disciple in quiet submission. He placed a hand on her bowed head and murmured a few words of instruction.Her fiancé who was seated in the corner of the room similarly without any words being spoken.