My body was wet and soapy. We wrestled playfully, gloriously naked, mock fighting, growling and moaning as we turned, pushing and pulling under the wa...er. She became as wet as I was in the shower, and just as soapy quite quickly and her body slid against mine, wonderfully slick. We wrestled and moved against each other. I loved the feel of her slick skin against mine. I pressed hard against her, my pussy pushing against her hard muscled thigh. I slighly managed several subtle humps against it,. The best man and ushers are in slightly darker blue tuxes, the judge of course in a black robe. The music changes to a more formal theme as the flower girl walks down the aisle, followed by the bridesmaids in their frilly, pale rose outfits. A short pause, then the matron of honor walks down the aisle in a slightly fancier version. The tension rises, but the guests chatter on. A couple of loud chords warn the guests to quiet down, then the music changes to the traditional processional from. ‘Oh, they can afford a CD. They’re paying an average of $50 an hour for these restoration jobs.’ ‘Almost like therapy for your car. Say, who’s Django Rheinhardt?’ The name almost slipped past her. ‘Belgian gypsy. Fantastic jazz violin player in the 30s and 40s. Django died far too young. I love his music. He puts me in the mood,’ said Marshall, reverently. ‘The mood for what?’ asked Sandra. ‘For whatever mood I want to be in. It’s amazing music. When I feel happy, the music sounds happy. When I. I sat up, the dildo popped out and slid past my boots. “ What the fuck is this Jim, what are you doing, you some kind of fag?' Sandy asked. I just sat there. They got up walked over to me, one on each side, “Well Jim, I asked you a question?” I hung my head , “I, well, I like to dress-up and”, I paused. Sandy kicked my leg, “And what Jim ?” she said, “You want to be woman, is that what you want, you want to be a whore and get fucked like a woman” I just sat there yet not sure how to explain.