And he didn't even know that he'd also sparked somthing in her.Angela was finally relieved that her stupid little brother had left. But at the same ti...e she sensed a bit of disapointment in herself. She also noticed that she was wetter in the lower nether regions than when she usually peed. A lot wetter. Had she actually been excited having her brother watch her piss?!? There was no way! He was always imature and she hated having him around...but her pussy couldn't lie to her. She liked it when. Did I see she was flirting with me? Steve didn't say anything, and I sure as hell wasn't going to in front of my wife. Our table was called and we were seated in a booth, Steve and Audrey on one side, Beth and I on the other. Audrey was directly across from me and I felt her foot brush against my legs a couple of times during dinner. An accident, I told myself, although my hard-on said otherwise.Dinner went fine and it was about seven o'clock when we settled into dessert and coffee. The. I slipped on a pair of white slides with a 1-inch kitten heel. It was an enticing combination, showing off my toned and slender legs, still, the sexual appeal was understated. Just like dinner, I wanted to continue to keep the ambience realistic. I also decided that I was not going to be initiating any over-the-top sexual activities tonight either. I recognized that over this past weekend, I had attired myself in more erotic garments and acted in a manner consistent with extreme male fantasies,. Scattered about the building, the four attackers staggered and fell unconscious. Their hands relaxed. The dead-man switches triggered. Four suicide vests packed with outer layers of shrapnel—ball bearings, nuts, and nails—exploded. Anyone within range of the fallen attackers was cut to pieces. Office walls were shredded; people hidden inside were killed.Outside, front and back, the van drivers slumped in their seats. Their hands relaxed, the switches triggered their cargo of military-grade.