She said it would be fun, Icould wear the wedding dress this time, she could wear a tux and Iwould have to say the words 'love, honour and obey' to he.... That'show it should have been the first time around, she said." Before long she arranged for me to see a dressmaker and soon I had mywedding dress, she was making the other arrangements, she says as Ihad been too miserable to give her a honeymoon the first time aroundit was obvious that she would have to organise this one. I tried toprotest. Even the brief, awkward interruption when he went to his overnight bag to get a pack of condoms didn’t break the mood. During actual intercourse, she seemed to be close to tears, clinging to him tightly.When they had finished, he could think of no words to say. He was afraid to speak, afraid of soiling what had seemed to be a pristine act. He kissed her with all the passion of their earlier kisses, hoping it would be enough, hoping she would understand. It was all he could think of to do.She. We started drinking, standing in the kitchen, His eyes gasped at me from over the top of the glass. I was wearing a white blouse, in which my breasts hanged out firmly. I could feel the tip of breasts stick out having drunken the lemonade. I was quite embarrassed. I felt like I couldn’t escape from Michael’s eyes. I couldn’t help seeing the bulge in his trousers. He had a cold look upon his face, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking about. I felt as though I could not hide my lust fantasies. He could feel two knots of burning energy over each exposed pectoral. Onhis hands and knees he felt the weight of two bare breasts form, small atfirst but rapidly gathering up fat. They felt so hot that it was likethey were burning their way out, but they felt good too, like his cockright when it was growing hard.Nate didn't know when he started moaning or how long it had been going onbut there were now two fat breasts hanging off of his chest with no signof slowing down. They squished.