"Who are you?"He laughed. "I am to be your husband."I blinked. My mind raced off. My husband? Was he serious? Is that why my father had not come? No, ...y father would not allow this. Was my mother behind it? I had known she wanted me wed but not like this!"You lie."He laughed."Does it matter? I have been assured of your virginity, the sons begotten on you will be mine. Thus you are mine. You will be my wife." He stated the last flatly.I started to back up, towards the bed, my thought was to put. Only a couple would insert their fingers inside their sixteen year old pussies. I was not sure if that is how they made themselves wet or not, but I could tell I did not have to put a finger in to get wet. I was already there.I just wanted to be wetter. I wanted to ooze like them.My clit was now hard and stuck out naturally. I knew it was because of being more aroused. I thought it best to keep feeling that.Slowly, I put my finger on my clit and immediately the same feeling I had filled me. Anyway, whatever it was she thought or had in mind, I was going to find out with the remaining 12 packs and her 2 bottles of wine.As we continued our conversations and comtinued with alcohol intake, Josephine (not her real name) edged closer and closer and as the night wore on, I was uncomfortable with my own space or rather the lack of it. I felt a bit awkward at first and Josephine sensed it and hesitated with her movement and hand gestures. At last she stopped and we continued chatting until. But it only made her look even more sexy. This is me, thought Dan. I'm no longer a him, I'm a her. He rolled the tenses around in his mind. No, not a her, not yet anyway.He turned to see Simon standing in the doorway, "No need to check, you're more beautiful than ever." My hair is a mess."Simon walked over to Dan. "No, it isn't. It's lovely." He put an arm around him and ran his hand lightly down Dan's spine. Dan could feel the now familiar need growing in him. He IS handsome, he.