Naturally, the vast majority of the pictures are of Sarah andNikki, though there are a few of the rest of the guests too, and someof the bridesmaids- ...nd I have to grin at the fact that every pictureof me looks like every picture of every bridesmaid ever taken at awedding. Even though I've been transitioning for almost three years, Istill have moments when I feel as though I stick out like a sore thumb,and I had several moments like that at the wedding, despite the factthat 2 of Nikki's other 3. Aunty: kyo beta abhi to aunty sundar dikhti hai aesa bol raha tha ab kya hua aunty pasand nahi hai kya beta. Me: nahi aunty par..Aunty: par var kuch nahi chal andar chal kaam hai tera fir aunty aur me andar bedroom me chale gaye andar aate hi aunty ne aapni saree nikal di aur fir mere upar tut padi vo mere lips par kiss karne lagi fir me aur aunty ek dum garam ho gaye aur mene aur aunty ne aadhe gante tak ek dusre ke Hoth chuse aur ek unki jaban ko chusa fri mene aunty ke nedk par kiss karne. ’ She smiled, despite herself. ‘Look, I care about you. That frightens me. A lot. I’ve never been kissed by someone I care about or who cares about me.’ ‘But you’ve…’ She cut him off, ‘But I’ve dated a lot of guys? Yeah, I have. And they were looking for something I was unwilling to give them. It’s a lot easier date someone you don’t care about. They can’t hurt you.’ ‘And you think I would do that?’ He choked, stung. ‘Not in my heart. But my head says you might.’ ‘I love you!’ He blurted out,. Agony and ecstasy swirled in a raging vortex as my prolonged wail seemed to rattle the artistic decorations on the walls. My clit swelled, throbbing in excruciating pain. I bucked my hips, once, twice, waiting for that next lash to strike. A tremor shuddered through the farthest reaches of my pussy, just the initial glowing embers of a potential orgasm. Mother paused, surely wearing a bemused expression on her face at my shameless antics. Gasping for breath, I blubbered, a trail of drool.