Still standing on his legs and seeing his pain I turned back around and sat hard on his shoulders. I tapped him on the head and said UP. He was weak ...and stumbled getting up and fell to the ground flat on his face with me sitting on his head now smashing his face into the dirt and rocks. He said he was sorry and to forgive him this one time. I told him this would be the only time. I slid down to his back and he got on all fours, then I slid back to his shoulders and told him to get up. He. . it melted. The second one had a large diamond ... hardest thing in the world ... can’t melt, right? The princess touched it. Foop ... it melted. The third one told the princess to put her hand in his pants pocket, and touch what she felt there. She was very embarrassed and didn’t want to do it, but he insisted. She put her hand there, felt something hard and it didn’t melt. The spell was broken! Everyone was overjoyed. He married the princess, and they lived happily ... But what did she feel. Her perfect C-cup tits, defying gravity in a flimsy white spandex top held together with spaghetti straps, had pointy nipples poking straight at my eyes. The midriff was a flat tanned hard surface with chiselled abs confirming she was a fitness freak. Her long firm legs were topped out by a very tight silver pvc mini barely covering her groin. With glistening, defined calves in those six-inch platform sandals, I had to stretch my neck to make eye contact!Although it seemed they were the perfect. Mainly with women! The bride and groom were locked in a passionate embrace occupying the centre of the floor and surrounded by small groups of predominantly women with the odd booze laden bloke doing his best to keep pace! I was sitting at our table looking onto the dance floor and my gaze soon became focussed on my missus dancing with her Aunty Mandy near to the front of the floor. With their arms d****d around each other I remember wishing to myself that if only they weren’t related - seeing.