Blame it on the Wedding Dress Chapter 3

What a feeling! My cock was rock-hard and this was only hidden by the layers of fabric and the wide skirt. I lay my hands over the front of my legs but not to get rid of them but to touch the satin. I would have liked to walk around and feel the gown around me.

"Here are the bridal shoes", Sylvia said and handed me the white shoes of my sisters.

"They will be to tight", I replied.

"You will check that." Sylvia placed the shoes in front of me.

I pulled the wonderful dress a bit upwards and moved my right nylon clad foot into the shoe.

"It is too tight."

"You have not really tried it. Come on, we do not have all the time of the world." Sylvia complained and put her hands into her hips.

I quickly shut my eyes and stepped into the shoe. It was really tight. I shoved harder and the leather gave way a little. It was really tough to place my foot into that pump.

"You see – you can do it. Now for the second shoe." Sylvia ordered.

I almost fell when I tried to stand on my right foot. The heel was not really high but I was not used to that kind of standing. Sylvia lend me a hand and held me while I shoved my left foot into the other shoe.

I could better stand in both shoes at the same time but I felt like a little barbie puppet needing some ankle cuffs to be held upright.

"Now, sit down at that stool, girlie-boy. I will put up some make-up onto your face."

"Bah, is that really necessary?" I complained involuntary in my son denies mothers requests voice.

"Of course, it is!" Sylvia's voice was very strict. She would not accept denying her command.

I walked to the stool in front of the big mirror and it was really difficult to do so. I sat down slowly. I was very careful not to wrinkle the fine dress. The layers of fabric rustled loudly.

"My cock wants to enter your pussy", Frank said to Katie. He did not care about these two other people in his bedroom.