The doorbell rings and my heart sinks. I quickly rush to the bathroom to fix my hair one last time, adjust my breasts and make sure that I do not have any lipstick on my teeth.
I smile at the familiar face that greets me. He opens the door and with both hands I pull on his beard and bring him closer to me so I can passionately kiss him.
I feel the goosebumps all over me, once he starts to smooth my lips with his, both smiling and taking each other in. *Beep..Beep..Beep* the kitchen timer sounds and I jump, biting him.
In an instant, I realise that the stove is still on and he can continue ravishing his dessert later.
He follows me, grabs a drink out of the fridge and asks if I need assistance. I gesture for him to remove himself from the kitchen, to go and sit down while I finish. I begin to rush around the kitchen like a crazy woman. I want the dinner to be perfect. I am wearing the same dress that I wore for our first date. It is modest but he now knows what I am hiding underneath and can see my large breasts. While I am cooking my long blonde hair is in a loose bun and the navy dress compliments it nicely.