But while the sight of her boobs swaying was beyond arousing, my spine simply couldn’t relay those urges to my penisShe spent another 5 minutes stea...ily stroking my shaft, while I watched, eagerly wishing my dick would suddenly spray my seed all over my aunts tits. But once again, nothing. She didn’t look up at me, she just stared at my erection in her hands searching for an idea, then one came to her. Without a word she quickly leaned forward, almost falling face first onto my cock. My eyes. I didn't want to. The truth is, I had begun looking beyond Mr Renshaw's shy quirks and kindness. Whenever he spoke, I found myself transfixed by his mouth: his full, generous lips and light beard flecked with gold, yellow and russet, like a wheatfield in August. His Adam's apple was strong and pronounced, as a man's should be. The bridge of his nose was dusted with a faint galaxy of brown freckles, slightly faded with the passing of time. I had come to love his aftershave, a distinctive blend. Of course taking in a dress works better than trying to add to it.I am practically 'perp walked' into the main dressing room, where thebride is waiting with her 'court' of bridesmaids and I almost completelycrack up, they look soooooooo ridiculous. Anyhow, the sissy/bride, ourcousin, is a sissy from one of our cadet clans, the Quinns. It's atraditional wife/goddess - sissy/slave wedding. The wife/goddess is asurgeon and the blushing bride, Aine, is a nurse at the same hospital.So unlike. I had to agree!I ordered some more drinks and we began chatting, whispering little comments about some of the trannies in the room. Some of them had rather nice legs I had to admit and she agreed. An hour passed in a flash and I began to feel emboldened with the alcohol. Eventually I blurted out a proposal that we order some champagne and continue the conversation in my room.She looked me in the eyes steadily for a minute, her tongue lightly caressing her front teeth, and then said ‘Sure, why.