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Best Man
Date: 4/27/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Bob_6, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories
I walked along the South Bank in London, a popular walk along the river Thames. All sorts of cultural events and street artist perform there; it is very entertaining anytime, any day. My mobile rang; it was Tom, a friend of mine from New York. I hadn’t seen or heard from him in over a year. Tom and I studied together and graduated together. We both qualified in mechanical engineering here in Oxford, England. Tom moved to the States soon after we graduated twelve years ago. He got a job in an engineering company and made his way up to a position in management. I stayed back in England; got a job and studied further to get my doctorate. My name is Kevin. I’m thirty five, six foot one inch tall and slim. I’m not married nor have a girlfriend. I have my own house, a three bedroom detached property in Oxford. Tom got married to Natasha, a very petite lady, who is thirty years old and has her own business – a little shop selling hand crafted items. I was best man at their wedding six years ago, that’s when I first met Natasha. Natasha and I got on very well together. We enjoyed each other’s company and sense of humour. I had only been able to visit them for the wedding period, which was around ten days, and during that time we got on very well. When I got back home, we would all talk on the phone or Skype. But with one thing and another that all petered away, and our contacts became less and less frequent. I was the one who would call, but got the distinct feeling that I was ...