As I am standing, in a dark men’s suit and silver tie, at the altar near the priest waiting for my gorgeous bride to enter, my attention was caught on Bianca’s mom, the mother of the bride, Diane, entering the church and walking down the aisle and sitting down in a pew. “You are now part of my family, Terry. XXX As I rested onto the bed, Diane snuggled up beside me and laid her head on my chest. As we continued smooching, Diane wrapped her arms around my waist as I lay my hands on her buttocks again and gave them a squeeze.
