In fact, when it came to it, everyone was so relaxed thatalmost no eyebrows were raised when I donned skirt and heels to act asSandra's "bride escort"...at the ceremony!Now I am not, nor ever have been, a cross-dresser. However, in recognitionof their history, both Sandra and Rosemary wanted their "big day" to be an"all-woman" affair and had insisted on a dress code of skirts and heelswith a purple theme. In spite of my initial reservations, I had finallygone along with their wishes and, in the. However, her waist did appear smaller when compared to her ample bosom which flowed and hung outside with them facing either side and an extra wide bottom. She stood tall at 5 feet 7 inches, taller than an average Indian female. Her complexion was on the brighter side. With silken skin without any freckles.Standing there at the door, I saw her full nude image in the mirror and was transfixed. Her breasts were huge and bulky. They were just luscious. I could see her large brown areola topped. And with pulse rates accelerating at the speed of sound and both overcome with an urgent desire to be inside each other, by the time they reached his room they were almost sprinting. For the next two hours he fucked her and she fucked him, a mutual engagement of give and take, the sex raw, hungry and extremely physical, probing and penetrating, exploring every orifice, a turbulence of endurance and an overwhelming climax of emotional passion, both swimming in perspiration and both drained of. "Don't fight it bitch," he barked. "And put those hands behind your back unless you want me cut them off."Mercifully, he pulled his rod from my aching jaw. He picked up my silk Hermes tie and proceeded to knot it around my wrists behind my back. What would my wife say if she knew how my Father's Day present was being put to use?"That ought to keep those fucking hands out the way," he laughed. "Now open back up cause you fixen to learn how to deepthroat a real cock."As he slid his rod back into.