And once again I admired herknickers as she leant forward to hand out drinks. Those dainty littlefrills around the leg-holes emphasised her sissiness....I knew I would haveto get some like that. As our wives relaxed they became less concerned tokeep their knees together. The more that we sissies could see up theladies' skirts, the hornier we became. And of course our own skirts wereso short that there was no hiding the fact that our knickers had hardcocks in them like tent-poles. Quite unlike the. 8By Heather Anne PeelThis installment focuses on the wedding of Heather & John! This is a work offiction.Chapter 1 - Wedding Day MorningI awoke at 10 AM on the day our wedding, February 14th aka Valentine's Day.The wedding itself would occur at 4 PM, at the same wedding chapel whereSarah Hathaway and Michael (whom also goes by his middle name, Daniel) Steinwere married in December.I had a small hangover from going out with my bridesmaids, Carla, Rebecca andDebbie. We had gone to a nice bar. Continuing down the street he spied a bakery. Purchasing a sweet roll, he asked the baker if he knew an “Anna” who lived nearby. Tradespeople like this knew everyone in their neighborhood. He had to clarify by giving her approximate age.“You must mean the one who works all week out at that estate in the country.” Geoffrey confirmed that and the man continued, “She lives about six dwellings down on the right with her husband. No children though. She’s usually home come a Saturday night but no. “Its ok hon, I understand.” She told me. “Do you feel up for some more.” “That depends,” I told her, “What did you have in mind?” I asked. She stood and began to finger herself. She motioned for me to lie in the floor on the bathroom rug. As I laid down I watched her as she stood over me, rubbing herself. I felt my dick stir as it started to get hard again. She moved down, slide off her sweats, and straddled my waist. “Do you want to fuck me?” She asked. “Yes,” I moaned. She slowly moved down.