I got dressed in jeans and a casual dress shirt, and she chose something similar, jean shorts and a beautiful summer blouse. We headed out for a small... family restaurant by my house for a nice semi romantic dinner. During the meal we laughed about some of our past stories, we talked about the past twenty four hours and how much we enjoyed it, and we talked about our plans for the future…family, work, you know just the usual dinner conversation, well besides the sex experience. After dinner we. Yet.’ He pulled her close enough that he loomed. Not of inconsiderable height, Kate was thrown off. ‘I let you out for one night, and you leave your future husband on the dance floor to cavort with the first stranger that comes along? No daughter of mine will be a bitch in heat. You’re just like your mother.’ Time slowed to a crawl, Kate’s world narrowed onto that one word. Mother. He refused to talk about her, refused to address the rumors or appease the curiosity of a lonely daughter. ‘I am?’. I went near her and whispered “I love to have you as my wife” she said that”even I love to get you as my husband” I went still close to her and kissed her neck she closed her eyes and she put her hands on my head and she moaned ahhhhhhhhhh.I sqeezed her boobs, she was responding nicely and she asked whether the door is closed for that I said”ya its closed”.I kissed all over her neck,stripped her saree and unhooked her blouse she was wearing black bra and her boobs were waiting to be released. "Stand there in the middle of the room and take off all your clothes."She bit her lip and winced a little, but moved to the center of the living room and began to strip. First came the shoes and stockings -- I was surprised to see she did not wear pantyhose, but old fashioned stockings and lacy garters. Rich girls, I guessed. Next she took off her sweater and blouse, then stepped out of her skirt. She did this all very slowly, obviously trying to keep the ultimate moment away, but I did not.