‘Emma! Emma! Emma,’ he said to himself as if calling for help from Satan by saying her name three times. ‘And do you Robert take Lorraine as you... lawfully, wedded wife?’ ‘Huh? What? Lorraine? Hell no,’ he wanted to say but he didn’t. He looked at his bride again to make sure who she was. She’s not Emma. She’s Lorraine. This can’t be happening. He’s marrying Lorraine. Why the Hell is he marrying Lorraine when he loves Emma? Why the Hell is he marrying Lorraine when he wants to marry Emma? What. Keep going getting close,” she urged me on.“Take a picture.” I said.“Wha?”“Take a picture of your pussy with your phone and send it to me right now.”“No ... I couldn’t ... uh,” she groaned her protest.“I won’t finish the story until I see your cunt,” I half-heartedly blackmailed her. My cock was throbbing in my own hand, so I added, “I’ll show you mine...”“Fuck ... okay ... hold on,” she said and I could hear her moving the phone around.While waiting I took a picture of my hard prick rearing up. I dated occasionally without great satisfaction, since I lookedlike a woman but could not invite vaginal activity, since quitesimply, I did not have one. And finding men who wanted a shemale,which I was at that stage of my development, was problematic.Frequently they had more baggage and psychological problems than Ihad, and some were downright dangerous. With guys about whom I haddoubts, I never let them know I was a bondage enthusiast. I wasusually able to satisfy their needs orally and had. She held me tight with one sturdy arm and, at last, let me go, looked at me smiling, and then kissed me hard again.Now my amazement was being replaced by something else. My cock was beginning to rise to the occasion. “I know, I know,” she was saying and then she pressed my face against her chest where I nuzzled between those huge tits while listening to her soft words of consolation. I tried to do something with my right arm and wrapped it around her back, feeling her and the warmth of her skin.