I was completely submerged, but covered from her sight. Don’t ask me why I denied her this silly little thing. Part of me believed it was wrong, and...that part had the loudest voice now.Alyssa looked up at me. “You cannot possibly be comfortable like that.”I stared back into her eyes. “I’m submerged, as you suggested.”“Seth, you need to stay here for a while,” she said and glanced at my hips. “I don’t believe you can be comfortable for any duration.”Unfortunately, she was right. My hip began. Everybody startedlaughing and Greta said, "Stop that angel, I need some good pictures."She was trying not to laugh when she said that. I played it like theywanted and just smiled and walked like the Bride they wanted me to be.Finally about twenty minutes later we were through with the picturesand all the checking out the dress routine. Back on the platform I wentand the undressing began.My earlobes stung, my breasts and nipples hurt like heck, my feet,ankles and calf muscles were sore from. You lips quickly and fiercely covered mine in a consuming kiss, your tongue forcing its way into my mouth, finding my own and battling with it. I knew the demanding kiss was intended to keep me as quiet as possible but I couldn’t help but return it with equal urgency and demand. I wanted this as much as you did. I felt one of your hands release my aching nipple and slither down to my fiery cunt. Your fingers rough as they worked between the slick folds and against my erect clit. I cried out,. The lace panties were small and transparent. The impression I got was the lap belonged to a young woman.I am a voyeur. This teasing show had my attention. The erratic exposures introduced by the breeze meant that I dared not look away or I might miss something. My eyes were further riveted when a pale white hand with pink nails from the driver's side landed in the lap and started to softy caress a bare thigh.Pedestrians and bicyclists walking up the sides indicated that the loading was.