I could think of a couple ways. “I was actually wondering, is this one of those restaurants where people have to dress proper and then have to make ...eservations?” She gave a cute little laugh and replied “ Actually, all you need to do is make reservations, dress is simi-formal. As in nice pants and a nice shirt. No tie is required.” At that comment I damn near jumped in joy. “ Alright well I’d like to make reservations for eight o’clock tonight under the name Wade.” I heard clicking of a. Hungrily kissing you, our mouths open, getting hotter by the second. I reach down and cup your breast in my hand, gently squeezing the nipple between my thumb and finger, rolling it back and forth between them, feeling it get harder and harder. Your hand travels down my chest, rubs pass my belly and onto the bulge in my pants, feeling the heat them and rubbing up and down, you undo my button and zipper and reach inside to free my penis. You stroke me up and down, your feathery touch making me. Dinnertime rolls round and I'd done a pretty good job of avoiding her so far. Then I made my best mistake, I went to the bathroom alone. So I'm finishing up in there and as I turn to leave, in she comes with a friend of hers and I knew in an instant that this was it.She didn't even say anything just smacked me straight in the face, I hit the floor and was dizzy. What a punch! Next thing I know she's on top of me, straddling my chest and using her knees to pin my arms down, her friend was. One of us would make some kind of dinner or we went out to eat. Afterwards we would watch some TV and play around. We didn't always have sex but did a lot of fondling. I did give her a massage twice a week which usually led to sex.We did go to dinner every other weekend to one of our parents' homes. They were always happy to see us and asked us how everything was going. We told them things were fine between us but Jen was always a little down once her baby bulge began to show.Don't get me wrong.