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Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 01

Date: 1/7/2016, Categories: Interracial, Author: MrDeep, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

Sherri spotted him in the receiving line. There he was, standing out like an African Adonis. He was moving slowly towards her. Sherri held her breath. She had to meet him! “Sherri! Sherri! I’m talking to you.” Sherri’s mind snapped out of her dreamy fog. It was her sister, Veronica. It was her wedding. In fact, it was Veronica’s third wedding. “I need you to find papa. I can’t find him,” Veronica said. “I’ll check on him!” Sherri said. She knew where he would be. She found him in his study with three men. They didn’t look like wedding guests. They were wearing black pin-striped suits and white-on-white ties. With papa, it was always business first, she thought. “Excuse me, Papa. Veronica needs you,” Sherri said, as respectfully as she could. He nodded. Sherri hurried back to Veronica’s wedding reception. A matronly woman stopped Sherri in the hallway. “Pardon me, is this not Veronica’s fourth wedding?” she asked. “Actually, her first was annulled. It doesn’t count,” Sherri said, smiling. “Oh, that’s right!” the woman said. Sherri hurried back to the reception. She was right! Sherry thought. The talk seems to be, ‘Why was Veronica wearing white on her third or fourth wedding?’ The simple answer was that Veronica has no shame! Sherri thought. Sherri found Veronica eating a slice of wedding cake. Oh no!Veronica is going to put back on all of those thirty pounds she lost before she found Aldo, Sherri thought to herself. “Papa is in the office, talking. He’s coming,” Sherri ... said, and added in a sing-song voice, “You have cake on your chin.” Veronica frowned and wiped it away. Sherri looked around; she spotted him on the other side of the pool. He looked in his early thirties. He was taller than anyone in her Italian family. Sherri guessed he was six-foot-four, and he was trim and fit. He was wearing a neatly tailored black brocade African-style robe that flowed down to his black patent-leather shoes. He was clean shaven, and had a sexy Obama-style haircut. “Are you with the groom?” Sherri asked. “No, actually, the groom is with the bride. I’m just here as a friend,” he said, smiling. “Pardon me. I’m joking of course. I am an old college chum of his, my name is James,” he said. “I’m the bride’s sister, Sherri.” “Yes, I spotted you in the reception line. Then you were gone.” Sherri laughed. “It’s a long story.” She opened her purse and pulled out a blunt and placed it in her lips. He offered her a light. She lightly touched his hand, and looked into his eyes as she set her blunt aflame. She took a deep toke and exhaled slowly. “Do you think this will work out? Oh, I shouldn’t ask that question.” He looked embarrassed. “Don’t be embarrassed! The simple answer is: Does he have money?” Sherri laughed. She took another toke and slowly exhaled. James laughed. “A woman cannot be too rich or too thin. Isn’t that what they say?” “There are other factors.” “I can only imagine.” Sherri made a side step to put her body between the guests and James. She reached ...