"Eat shit and die!" she laughed, as she ground her foot against his mouth.For the rest of the evening, it was just piss, but plenty of it. By the time...the party was over, each wimp's mouth had been pissed in by all the women at least twice. You could hear it swilling around as they struggled upstairs to throw it all up in the toilet. Everyone agreed it was a great night, well all the females anyway!Chapter 2Finally, the wedding day arrived. Fiona had stayed at my house the previous evening, so. She's tugging her skirt down, and smoothing it over the curves of her hips looking down at him, his hands pushing the chair away from the table. Probably..a good time to leave the lunch area for them. Sure he has just told her to come with him somewhere discreet. As he stands I notice his incredibly large bulge just pushing at the pleats at the front of his pants. Trying to figure out where they might be heading I push my own chair away from the table and grab my coffee, draining the rest into. She has let me sleep in as today is my special day. She takes me to the bathroom and there is already a feminine smelling bubble bath waiting for me with candles and rose petals on the bubbles. She bathes me and gently washes my hair and whispers gently to me, converting my mindset from masculine to feminine as we talk about clothes and perfume and makeup.She makes me stand in the middle of the room and raise my arms, proceeding to lather me all over and shave all my body hair, until my skin. “I will take a look at it in the morning. Go get washed up. Mary has supper ready. And tell Barb to hurry up. We still have a few things to get done before we hang it up for the evening.”Hanging it up for the evening’ meant making sure all the canoes were back by 8:00 pm and getting them undercover for the night. But technically, Jake and Barb were on call 24/7. By 9:00, Barb, Jake and Brad came back in. I was sitting in the living room on the couch, reading a novel I had brought with me. Jake.