I feigned that I didn't see him there, so when we finally made eye contact I was about an inch from his face. I didn't pull back. I just stood there...and made eye contact and smiled, holding my position. I bit my bottom lip nervously. He broke eye contact and my heart sank a bit. But then to my surprise he reached forward and kissed me gently. I moaned quietly. Our lips parted and his tongue danced in my mouth. The kiss lasted 15 seconds at most. Then he broke away and apologized. He had favorites, as his eyes quickly glanced at all of the girl's features, the curves of their hips, their long legs and silky hair. He stared at their breasts thinking that he never touched one in his entire life and wondered what they felt like to squeeze and kiss on. He stared at their eyes and lips often wishing he could see the great beauty in real life. He even liked the bras and corsets and swimsuits and other clothing that they wore, envying their colors and textures. But this night,. I'm so..." and burst into tears again.Deborah put an arm round her shoulders but said nothing. Sharon dug in her pocket, pulled out a handkerchief and blew her nose loudly."It's only going to be a small wedding so you don't need a matron of honour. You have Annette to be your bridesmaid and that's quite enough. You're restricting yourself to family and even if you needed a matron of honour I'd be treading on people's toes. No, Deborah, but thank you ever so much for asking me. I'm deeply. I had planned how I wanted to approach this for some time. I justneeded a handy excuse and a hell of a lot of nerve. "I'll be rightthere," I called.I checked myself in the mirror. My bra was a black and purplebalconette style. The cups were semi-sheer and the embroidery on themmatched that on the straps. The center was decorated with corsetrydetail and little purple bows. The matching thong was made of blacksemi-sheer mesh and the sides were trimmed with the same embroidery asthe bra. The back.