The RetreatBack at the Retreat, Marie kissed her fiancé as she prepared to leave their suite. “See you tomorrow afternoon.”“What? Wait. It’s ...oo soon. Where are you going? We have things we need to discuss.”“They have a suite ready for me, and Diana and her sister-wives have a schedule laid out. Haircut, massage, pedicure, manicure, final dress fitting... lots of things to do before the wedding.”Kissing him lightly, she smiled and, with a giggle, said, “We have the rest of our lives to talk .... Besides, comfortable with her making all the right moves, I didn't want to interrupt whatever she was doing with my penis to make all the wrong ones.Although I've been wanting to see her naked, feel her naked body, make love to her, and fuck her, disturbingly, frustratingly, and unbelievably, I wasn't ready for that just yet. Even after having French kissed her mother, I still wasn't over her daughter. Having pined over her daughter for more than a year, I needed to put Samantha behind me. She rinsed off and of course, during helping her I had gotten soaked myself. "Jump in," she said, adding "you're already wet". And I was. Loving the innuendo, I stripped off and stepped into the shower. "You have to help me shave now," I told her, and after washing each other with shower gel, she proceeded to make my entire body (from the neck down) smoother than it had ever been before. After some messing around and more than a little splashing, we got out and hurried to the front room wrapped. "Gonna have to see some ID," the bartender said."Sure, no problem," came the young man's calm reply as he pulled out his driver's license and held it up.The bartender took what Ethan considered a long look at the ID before deciding it was real and grunting an okay. In actuality, the card, which showed him to be of legal drinking age, was as bogus as the birth date on it. It had cost him his entire first paycheck to have it made, but it hadn't failed him yet.Ethan had finished half his drink.