I was so relieved that there were individual showers instead of one long wall of showerheads like there was in high school. I always skipped gym class...so that the other guys wouldn't see my 4" boy-dick. I was so relieved, in fact, that I forgot to wait for a towel and just jumped in the shower. As I was rinsing off the soap I heard voices in the locker area. After I shut the water off, I stuck my head out of the stall and looked frantically for something to cover up with. Damn it, I thought,. In the event, it was barely large enough.The bridesmaids, and maids (and matrons) of honor came down the main aisle. It was utterly magnificent if I do say so myself. Then came the two Fitzpatrick boys carrying the rings on small pillows, followed at a suitable distance by Kristin Kramer and Karen Christian, the four-year-old “twins.” The two little girls drew audible gasps from the guests with their joy and incredible beauty. Needless to say, I had heard all about them from Little Bit and Ann,. .. longer... I... ugh... must... fight... this fee... feeling."Breathing through my nose in short stimulated bursts I kept up my motion, I had a feeling that I was going to be driven all the way by this mind controlling mist. Suddenly I heard a grunt and felt the tip of his rod swell and begin to pulse. I felt the seed spray deep into my mouth and had hoped that this would finally release me from this prison of my mind. I was wrong.He continued to press his stiff pole into my mouth until all of. “No! I can’t,” Tom responded.Lynette ran up to them. “Dad, please don’t yell at Tommie; he has to leave his shirt on. Please don’t make him take it off, he can’t do it!”“What’s this?” Duncan muttered. Aloud he asked, “Lynette, what do you know about Tommie’s shirt? Why he won’t take it off?”She looked at Tom. “He’s scared or somethin’, Dad.” Tom nodded. “He told me he gets bad feelings if he has no shirt on. He won’t take it off at any time.” Tom nodded again.Duncan shook his head. “Okay, but I.