Liz Thompson, the Maid of Honor, my escort, was a knockout. She was physically a "perfect match" for me in the bridal party sense. She stood just over... six feet tall, and with heels equaled my six four frame. She was all legs, clear up to her neck! I guessed her measurements to be somewhere close to 38-24-32. Her long blonde hair complemented her deeply tanned, olive-toned skin. The big brown eyes, gave her that innocent look, making me wonder how "innocent" she really was. We hit it off. I gasped aloud as her lips captured my clitoris, sucking it for a brief but tantalizing instant before she licked her way back down to my vaginal opening. As Cherie's tongue twirled knowingly into the creamy tunnel, I ground myself against her face, high as a soaring kite on the pleasure she was giving me. It was a pleasure that I suddenly wanted to return to her. Desperately. "Cherie... baby... I want – I want to..." She knew what I craved. Her mouth never once losing contact with my sex, she. Love gMan-Maid Part 9 --- August 2003I don't think I realized it at the time but my whole bodywas trembling by the time I got inside my sister's home. Iwas on the verge of near total emotional and nervouscollapse. I had been holding myself together by thethinnest of threads since I had first read Debbie's noteearlier that morning. I knew that what I was doing waswrong. I could hear my father's voice echoing in the backof my mind:"What are you a damn pansy? A panty-waist fagot? You're aman, in a. "Let's see it, Churro," Grace demanded. "Wriggle around. Move yourarms." Roll that bottom," Tess encouraged. "Lick your lips."They kept him at it for several more minutes and then had him get thefeather boa and strut around while he waved one end of it back and forthin front of his face. Chuck was sniffling and wishing for it all to end,but also stimulated again, blaming that on Grace's presence but worryingthat there might be some other cause as well. What was happening to theconfused.