There is a tap adjacent to the garage door, but no hose. She takes a bucket from the kitchen and dons one of my white t-shirts that barely covers her ...private bits. The car is some twenty metres up the drive.I watch as she fills the bucket from the tap, and douses the car. As she stretches up and over the car with sponge in hand, the t-shirt creeps up revealing her gorgeous bottom. As she bends to reach the lower sections, another aspect of that sensational bottom is on view. She stays mostly on. Once we finished dinner (which she took an inordinately long time to do), she suggested we go to a movie. I again gaped but she just said "Go pay the bill." The "Sissy gurl" was not said, but clearly implied.No idea what movie we watched. We sat in the middle near the front where everyone in the theater could see us. She kept reaching over and rubbing my sissy clit every time she went for more popcorn. She wouldn't even let me kiss her. Holy crap?! Is this a three hour movie?! Ugh!As we were. Wayne smiled ruefully but was honoured and delighted.Neither Eleanor nor Reg sang during the service. They had enough difficulty saying their marriage vows they were so wound up. Inevitably they had 'Love divine all joys excelling' sung to Hyfrydol but under good natured pressure from Edwin they also included 'Guide me, oh thou Great Redeemer' to Cwm Rhondda. Bridie sang the 'Laudate Dominum' from Mozart's Vespers while the register was signed. She sang it quite beautifully too.The church was. My cock danced in her warm hand. "Oooohh, nice!" she murmured. I lifted my head and glanced at her. She was intent on extracting my erection from my underwear. I glanced for a moment at the screen. The cock on screen had disappeared completely into her mouth, and her cheeks were bulging. She squealed with delight as she uncovered my cock.And before I even had time to fantasize, those flesh and blood lips were nibbling my manhood. She scooted around on the bed and positioned herself.