"Do you have a picture of her?"Dad protested that everything was over between him and Cecilia but I pressed. Reluctantly he went over to a bookcase an... drew a frame from behind the books as if hidden. Silently he placed the picture in my hands. I was stunned. Cecilia looked very much like me! She was a little younger and thinner and not quite as busty as I, but had the same nose and high cheek line, dark hair and eyes like mine and a similar golden brown complexion that I got from my Italian. A quick smooch and she grabbed her helmet, putting it on as she swung her leg over the bike to settle behind me.The Norton Commando let out a throaty roar and we were off, my mind preoccupied with a short skirt. It was the first skirt I'd ever seen her wear and damn if it wasn't sexy, in a schoolgirl kind of way. While she held me around the waist, I dreamed of peeking under that skirt and discovering what panties she was wearing. My mind drifted into the erotic; the sofa, Keira bent. Hope, this is Hugh Stewart. Hugh, this is my wife." I had to hold her from fainting. Maybe the drink was too strong. When she regained her balance, she said, "Please excuse me. It was a long flight. It's a pleasure to meat you Mr. Stewart." Hugh said, "Hope, I think we met on a flight a month or so ago. Weren't you on your way to an anniversary?" "That's right Mr. Stewart. I remember now. Nice to see you again." "Just call me Hugh. We are on a first name basis here. Is it alright if I call. "Have a seat, this shouldn't take long" she said over her shoulder.I sat down in a comfortable armchair. This would be a good place to start the evening I thought; start kissing and fondling in this chair then move onto the carpet, it looked like Lurex, for some alfresco fucking. I idly glanced at some documents on a side table and saw that they were in Spanish.I hadn't realised Emma spoke Spanish but then she wouldn't know that I did either. A cursory read showed them to be legal documents.