She’d only opened the posted invitation the day before yesterday.The ancient parish church of St Martin’s was atop a low hill, and had a single ra...her ancient car parked outside, although it gleamed with fresh wax polish in the bright sunshine. At ten minutes to twelve noon, Church Lane should have been packed with guests attending the wedding. Lizzy slammed her car door and determinedly marched up to the lych gate. There in the shade stood the Vicar, dressed in his best vestments,. I fondled her heavy tits as we kissed and felt Eileen's hand on mine. I moved mine and we swapped positions, my hand now helping her knead her own boobs.Within another minute or so, Eileen backed away from me and panting heavily she came again, pressing her own hand against her wet pussy as her juice dribbled through her fingers.I grabbed that hand and lifted it to my lips, sucking on her fingers. I then proffered it to her and she joined me sucking the wetness from her chubby fingers.My cock. My mouth was open. I stared at her."I don't want breasts," I said."Oh, of course you do. Your hair is kind of long. You're little. You kindof look like a girl. Believe me, Luke, you'll love them. You love being aHandmaiden. It's like being a woman in training."I shook my head. "I can't do that, Stacy." Theresa." Whoever. I won't become a woman for the Church." Oh, you won't be a woman. Not a complete one. That would be blasphemy.No one's going to cut off your little soldier. We're just going. I was just having some morning coffee, while waiting for you to get here."I stepped into the house, then Janet closed the door behind me and locked it, then turned to me wearing nothing but a smile on her face, "Make your self comfortable. You can put your clothes on the end of the couch there, and if you want a cup of coffee or something to drink before we get started?" I'll have a cup of coffee with you." as I started unbuttoning my shirt.As Janet went toward the kitchen, I watched her sexy.