We celebrated with dinner that night.When dinner was over, I walked her to her car. She asked if I was in a hurry to leave - I said no. She suggested ... drive, and I accepted. We drove aimlessly, passing through some neighborhoods of homes - past a park - and eventually stopping along a river. We sat, with some nice music playing. As we talked, it became apparent there was some serious chemistry going on. Before we knew it, we embraced. Nothing major went on that night, or other nights to. She put them on top of my shoulders and forced my head right into her soaked snatch. I immediately was greeted with the sweet taste of young pussy. I licked up and down, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue vigorously. Her clit engorged to the size of a small grape. She wanted something more. I was willing to giving it to her. I stared down at my boxers and noticed they were soaked in pre-cum. Through this whole ordeal, I did not even notice how turned on I was. I was to engaged in. Hen and Stag nights throw the doors open to all manner of sexual shenanigans, an excuse to dress like a slut in stockings, getting boozed-up and tied to a lamp-post for drunk men to approach and kiss, with a sign pinned around my neck, 'Last chance boys, horny bride to be'.I secretly chose this verse for the sign, and my heart was pumping hard as my slender wrists were tied behind my back, to the unlit lamp-post, and my knickers and brassiere removed, my bridesmaids retired to a safe distance. M she asked about dinner what do you want I replied whatever you are eating is ok for me and we had chappathi and we chatted for sometime and she told at midnight lots of insect will be there in hall you cant sleep peacefully so sleep in bedroom it is k with me( I started to like the way things are unfolding itself)So I thought to enjoy it for some time and I’ve felt sleepy so I took my bed sheet and went inside bedroom and the floor was completely covered with old books and newspapers she told.