I didn't think much of it as I never knew who she came with and she had been drinking and was being real friendly with a few people.Fast forward 6 mon...hs and we met again, this time in a more calmer situation, got chatting and found we had a bit in common. So shortly after we started dating. She seemed like a fun girl and sure, she'd had some ex-boyfriends but she was such a great fuck, I kind of just accepted it.From time to time her girlfriends would have a laugh together and refer to her. We understood one another, knew what zones were erogenous, what touches were preferred, what fantasies were aphrodisiacal keys and our knowledge freed us. We didn’t need to walk the tight-rope of discovery because we already knew one another intimately, both the dark parts and the light. At ease, we talked, touched and kissed lightly, both being careful not to rush. We had a mutual choreography that went unvoiced: our first time would be his fantasy, my pleasure. Darkness descended slowly and. “So, Tom, is Ilse your girlfriend, or—?” He left the question hanging in the air, not sure of what to say.“No dad, Ilse is my fiancée,” I replied with a calm, but serious tone of voice, while holding Ilse’s hand and giving her a supportive squeeze.“Fiancée, eh? How long have you been keeping this news from us, son?” he asked, taken aback by my response.“Perhaps it’s easier if we wait until mom is here too, that way I only have to explain everything once,” I replied, with a smile on my face.He. “Well, that’s okay. You just can’t act too proud of your body or look at the others too intensely.”“Why is that okay?”“Because there are no men there.”Oscar nodded at the logic. Then he asked, “What about on your honeymoon? Can you walk around naked in front of your husband?”“Sure, I guess.”Oscar said, “I think that we can come up with example after example where nudity to some degree is okay. My point is that the simple prohibitive rule has lots of exceptions.”She nodded her agreement and.