It must have seemed impossible toher I guess to see her husband-to-be as I was now but I hoped she couldstill see me as me when this was all over.Desp...te my fears nothing happened over dinner, no-one accused me of beinga man or asked why I was dressed this way or asked us to leave oranything, we simply ate our meal and chatted, the girls talking much morethan I. Our dinner wasn't too long and because we had gone easy on thewine I ended up being spared the horrifying experience or revealing. "Well My Sweet, I'll be happy to help you feel like a womananytime you want. Anyway you want." I got the meaning and blushed. I did so want him to 'do me'but was afraid of getting hurt after seeing the size of him. Isaid, "I've thought a lot about what it would be like to betaken by a man. You know..... back there. The thought sendsshivers up my spine and gets me so excited. It's just that yourso big and I'm afraid." Taking my face in his hands he looked deeply into my eyesand said,. As the minister droned on I thought back over the past few years, actually the four since my eighteenth birthday, and the things that I had done that had me in so much of a sweat.I had promised myself that I was going to be a "good girl" and walk down the aisle at my wedding a virgin. I promised and I meant it. I fought hard from the time I was fifteen to hold the boys in check and it wasn't at all easy. I liked to kiss and I got into some pretty hot necking sessions where I almost let things. I was fairly sure that I could see a drop of moisture on her labia, and I knew that he had a better view than I as Donna positioned herself squarely in front of him. I asked my wife “how is the view for you?”, and after glancing at my fully erect cock and taking a long look at our guest’s crotch she replied “It is a great view for me too!”Her eyes were trained to our friend’s cock and I noticed that it began to thicken and rise. This only made my wife’s stare become more intense and soon she.