Farthest from anyone with the dimmest amount of light possible. No menus were set down, but a bottle of Café Zinfandel was waiting in a bucket of ice...and two glasses. In the center was a small vase with two white roses. Tears started to stream down her face as I wiped them away and poured her a glass of wine. I knew that she could only have one, may be two glasses, but it was her favorite though.We talked about our life and were it was going when dinner was brought out. Once again her favorite. I starting moving my other hand on her boobs while the other was in her panties fingering her. I started pressing her boobs and my heart beat started to increase and became faster and she moaned a bit. She didn’t react much thinking this as signal i moved towards her lips for kissing and she suddenly came to her senses that her husband was at wedding. She opened her saw me with a shocking look and started resisting me. I thought it was now or never and lip locked her. She tried to push me but. We sat there for a few minutes before she abruptly dragged me to the side away from the couple. She got on her knees and continued sucking and I covered her head with her jacket so people couldn't see. After a few more minutes of blowjob, I moved all the arm rest up in the row and we started spoon fucking, at one point she let out a small squeal and I saw some people look backwards wondering whats going on. But luckily it was dark and we were lying down so they didn't see anything. To be honest. Alicia felt it, but didn't understand it either — she just sensed the restlessness. She knew, however, that it wasn't a thing wealth or travel could resolve.She doubted if Gina had the slightest idea why she suffered and what she truly felt."You look a bit pale, honey," Angique said, her black eyebrows knitting with concern.Alicia smiled shyly, squirming in her chair. Angique had dressed conservatively today. She even wore trousers under a jacket that gapped enough to show the black silk.