Jeff and I would be married. We were both Jewish so there would be a rabbi and a chuppah. Both families and all our friends would be there. So would h...lf the business community. The guest count was over fifteen hundred and seemed to still be climbing. Who were these people? Not only would the attire be dress-up, black tie was preferred. And flowers? Anyone with allergies would need to dose up on antihistamines to make it through what was shaping up to be a marathon wedding celebration. So what. He started from her ears this time, and she twitched and squirmed and squealed again as he made his mad, slow circles all over; on her hips, knees, stomach, rib cage, thighs, breasts and feet. “Okay, okay,” Janet said. “I can't stand it anymore.” “Does that mean I can fuck you?” whispered Xavier. “Yes, I can't take it anymore.” Xavier untied her feet, then untied her wrists. “Don't worry, I brought condoms.” “So did I,” said Janet. “I promise I'll go slow,” he said. “I don't have a hymen,” said. Its sleeves were short and puffy, ending in lace just after thecurve of the shoulder. Its neckline dipped low, revealing the curve ofJames' small chest. Its body hugged to James', revealing his curves rightdown to his waist. Here, at what must have been James' bellybutton, thedress expanded, supported by layers of petticoats. It poofed out, awayfrom his body, and ended at mid-thigh.Delighted, Annie urged James' small feet into a pair of white Mary Janes."You look absolutely beautiful, Janey...". "He looked slightly disappointed.She nodded and wandered off down the hall. He watched her go.Finding his bedroom, she wandered in and glanced around the room. It was similar to the rest of the apartment; lots of black and brown, modern and comfortable with a few paintings on the walls. Against the far wall was a huge king-size bed covered in soft looking dark brown sheets and pillows. The wall to her right was made up of one large window.She wandered into the bathroom around the corner and.