Anticipating a nice dinner.

After Riley leaves, you clean up the room, and jump in the shower. When you come down from that, Karen and Jenna are in the kitchen, drinking wine and talking about the houses they saw.
"Hey baby..." you come behind Jenna and wrap arms around her waist. The image of Riley's red ass bouncing on your dick intrudes, but you push it down.
"Good afternoon. How was golf?"
"It was fine. I parred the front nine." You take a deep breath, filling your nose with her pleasant scent. Karen looks at the two of you... with jealousy, perhaps? "How was the realtor?"
"We saw three houses. Karen's iffy on all of them. I thought the first one was great, not too big, close to us, affordable."
Karen scoffs. "It was nothing special."
"We have more time set up on Wednesday to see more." You kiss Jenna's shoulder as you continue to hug her from behind.
"Sounds fun. Did you tell her about tonight?"
"Dinner? Yeah we discussed it."
Karen pipes up. "I'm excited, James. It's been a while since Jack took me to a fancy-schmancy restaurant."
"Where is Jack, anyway?" Jenna asks. "He didn't come home with you after golf?"
"I'm not sure." You lie. "Did you call..." you trail off as the front door opens.
"Ah, speak of the devil..." Karen turns.
Jack saunters in. "Hey everyone."
"Where were you?" Karen asks.
"Had a little car trouble on the way back from the course. Don't worry. All's right now. I'm bushed. Golf on a hot day really takes it out of you." Karen's eyes are flat. "I'm going to shower and take a quick nap. What's the plan for dinner?"
"They want to take us out to a fancy restaurant, Jack." Karen's voice is flat, too.
"Ooh... sounds fun." He heads up the stairs. "Alright. If I'm not up by 5, someone wake me, please?"
Karen is tight-lipped as she watches him fade from view. Jenna's eyes are on her sister.
"Karen..." she starts, but her sister waves a hand.
"So, tell me about the restaurant!" she's determined to just move on.

The afternoon continues with discussion of the nice french restaurant. "There's a nice lounge we can hit up after, too!" Jenna's excited. You sit on the recliner in the living room, and when Jenna walks by to go to the couch, you pull her onto your lap in a fit of whimsy. She giggles.
"Frisky boy...you're going to make me spill my drink."
Riley appears in the kitchen. She looks...disoriented. She's wearing a simple skirt, sandals and a white blouse. Her eyes seem unfocused.
"Riley, are you okay, honey?" Jenna sounds concerned.
"Yeah...just...I think I'm just... I feel dizzy." She sits down, and winces slightly.
"Oh honey..." Jenna gets up, walking over to put a hand on her head. "You don't have a fever... Is your stomach hurting?" Then Jenna whispers something you can't hear.
"No, mom. I'm in the middle of my cycle."
"Alright, baby. Why don't you lie down for a while. Keep cool."
"Yeah...I think that should do it. Are you...and Aunt Karen and Uncle Jack and daddy going out to dinner tonight?"
"That's our plan... why?"
"Oh, no reason..." Riley sounds a little forlorn.
"Do you want us to stay home instead, do something together?"
"No! No I don't want to ruin your plan." She looks over at you for the briefest of moments. Is...is she afraid?
"If you aren't feeling good, honey, maybe I should stay home and..."
"NO! Mommy...Mom...it's okay." Riley grasps Jenna's hand. "I'm fine, really. Allison and I will order in. We can include Tara, too."
"Wait... Tara's here? I didn't see her car."
You interject, explaining the situation with Tara's car not starting, and her taking an Uber here to wait for Jared, who still hasn't come home.
"She's downstairs with Allison. They're looking at something on the computer, I don't really know what it's about."
"Well, as long as you're sure your okay..." Jenna doesn't seem convinced.
"I'm fine, mom. I'll make some ginger tea. It usually helps."
You spend the rest of afternoon on your computer, checking stocks and making the occasional trade, and on social media. You wonder at Riley's sudden change in demeanor, and feeling unwell. Is it somehow, related to what happened between you? That doesn't seem possible. You finally settle on the fact that she's a 20 year old girl, who just got {if RileySexLvl > 2}fucked{else}facefucked{endif} by her own father, who's birthday is tomorrow, and who just got home from college. Clearly, a lot is probably going through her brain.
At around 5:15, you start getting ready for a night out.
You shave, get dressed in a nice pair of slacks, and a deep blue shortsleeve button up shirt. Jenna brushes out her hair and puts on makeup, wearing sheer knee high stockings under a tight dress, with a garter thong and no bra as far as you can tell. Your mouth waters as you watch her dress, and she winks at you as she clasps her nylons.

You head downstairs where Jack and Karen are waiting. The smell of tacos lingers in the air, and the girls are eating by the poolside. Karen's wearing almost the exact same outfit as Jenna, though she's clearly wearing a bustier under her dress.
"You guys ready?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely, Jameson!" Karen pronounces with gusto. Jack looks a little sleepy. Probably still whipped from his encounter today.
Jenna comes down, and the four of you head out, taking an Uber so that you don't have to worry about driving home.