It had been a frantic but exhilarating time, organising all the wedding preparations as well as selling my house and Drew’s flats in Montague Street... And all the hard work had definitely been worth it, everything falling into place just in time for what everyone later told me was a wonderful wedding, a small but perfectly formed affair. Just fifty members of our close family and friends helped us celebrate, with Drew, his best man Iain, his father and my father wearing grey morning suits. Marco. I reluctantly agreed and prepared for my “date.”I met him at his house which was just his temporary quarters following the divorce. There were a few other vehicles there but I didn’t question anything. I just left my car there and hopped in with him and off we went to meet our friends. We arrived at an upscale Italian restaurant. I love Italian food and the wine was top notch. Still, I wasn’t really comfortable because I knew I just wasn’t into the guy and almost felt like my being there was. When she stood up and kissed me, pushing her wet breasts to my chest, Becky looked at me and said she loved me. She couldn't get enough of me. I responded that I loved her as well and we kissed some more. Holding her close was so nice, so sexy and such a turn on. I was so happy hearing her words and seeing her look at me, telling me that with such sincerity. We finished our shower. I helped her wash up, she helped me and the same as we dried off. With lots of kissing and petting. Keeping my. She gave a mischievous giggle. "I have to confess that Lime's little soliquoy is one of my party pieces. Friends get me to recite it when I've had too much to drink."She pulled back her shoulders, drawing attention to the lovely firm breasts beneath her blouse. I could see she was wearing a black bra. "Would you like to hear it?" Sure."She coughed to clear her throat. "Sorry, but I can't do the Wells growl. Here goes: 'Remember under the Borgias? In 300 years of murder, terror and bloodshed,.