For the last year she had lived in a bedsit, which was small and always in a mess. Her sink was always full and she was always behind with her laundry... The underwear she was wearing right then had been dirty when she’d put it on that morning. Katie looked up with shock as she heard a knock on the front door. She stood totally still, wondering whether she’d imagined it. There it was again. Katie felt her heart race up as she slowly stepped forward in her old worn out, sockless trainers. She. One day she asked me to marry her. "It would have to be a civilceremony." "Why?" I asked. Well no vicar is going to marry two peoplethat look like women even if one is technically male. She had boughttwo matching engagement rings, one each of course.She booked me in for surgery as she wanted us both to have matching lowcut wedding dresses. A week later I had two sore size C breasts of myown. Zoe was delighted with these.We chose identical wedding dresses comprising a basque and long. But for him I thought I would do anything. As I watched him walk down the long row of books I felt a tingling in my crotch as the blood began to fill my quickly stiffening cock.He wore a tight white t-shirt, under which I could see the mounds of his massive pecks, and a pair of lose fitting shorts which more or less failed to hide his large swinging cock and bouncing balls. I just watched as his thick man meat swung back and forth like the pendulum of a cock with every step he took. By now my. I began to focus on her plump breasts moving my hands down her shirt I cupped each of the separately they were just the size of my hands, perfect. I began to remove her blouse and her body started to take shape. I removed the bra to allow the tits to hang on their own I wanted to nibble on her nipples but this wasn't the time. She helped me to remove her skirt. With one hand massaging her breast I allowed the other to move down to feel her wetness. She was dripping down the inside of her thigh..