Fiona and I divorced pretty quickly, although the arguments over maintenance slowed things down a bit and the paternity case went on for a year or so....But DNA tests were to prove that I was no relation to Fiona's son, or the daughter she bore seven months after her fight with Bridget. Quite a disappointment really, as I was just about getting used to the idea of being a daddy.Oh, neither child had the same father and out of interest, Bridget's husband didn't sire either of the children either.. " That bold statement broke through the flirting and probing barriers and she basically said, " If you can do that AND supply what they don't have, we're on." The rest, as they say, is history.As we fucked ourselves silly and bonded as lovers with pillow talk, Nedra started hitting me with the idea of her telling her special ladies about us and maybe fixing me up with one or more of them. She would tease me by saying things like, "Ooohh, I know a sexy lady who would luuuuv to have some of. " Let's get started, we want to make you the most beautiful groom ever,"he said and walked across to where Paul was seated; he put the case downand opened it."You have gorgeous hair, let's show off that beautiful neck of yours," hesaid. Then he started to twist my long hair up in strands and pinned itup causing a layering effect. "Perfect," he said after he'd finished with my hair then he started withmy make-up. Taking great care he outlined my lips then filled it in withpink lipstick, then he. "Well, there is one thing we need", Molly said. "What's that", I asked. "Well, I know I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but I trust Emma, and I told her about what we do together", Molly said, knowing full well that I had heard their conversation. "What do you mean", I asked, feigning innocence. "You know, with your thing", Molly said. "Oh", I responded. "Well, Emma, what do you think about what Molly said?" Emma just looked down at the floor, her cheeks crimson red as she mumbled something..