Her fingers tracing along his limbs...feeling the scratch of his beard against her cheek. Catching his eye, sure he can read her needs there. Finally......the c***dren are in bed, and as they walk back down the hall, he pushes her against the wall, his desire as evident as her own as he presses against her, sandwiching her in place, kissing her, one hand on her throat, the other on her ass. She kisses back as if it is the only thing she knows how to do. Without really breaking the kiss, he moves. ‘Sam… how would you feel if I told you that I was planning on asking Grace to marry me?’ Sam blinked. There was silence for a few seconds. ‘Well, I guess I’d be happy.’ It looked like Sam was trying to repress a smile. The corner of one side of his mouth was turned up just slightly. Nicholas breathed out. He hadn’t realized that he’d been holding his breath. ‘Okay. Can I have your permission to ask your daughter to marry me?’ Sam was smiling outright now, he looked like he was enjoying. So I pull her jogging shoes off and massage her little feet for a while. My eyes follow up her trim legs to their intimate meeting point, where the sturdy zipper starts its steep climb over her bulging sex. My brain worries about the colour of her underwear, if underwear at all - and my fingers tremble. A disturbing feeling of guilt befalls me as I carefully pop open the brass button on her jeans - my gaze constantly on her face. How would I explain myself if she wakes up in this very. " With that he went to leave the restaurant, Eric locking the doors behind him. Eric then moved back to the office in the back which he shared with the new ownership and the back of the house manager. He took out some papers and looked over what employee's he had left. Being the front of the house, most of them were female. The first of the three he had left was one of the servers, a friend of his whom he had got the old front of the house manager to hire. Her name was Tanya. She was relatively.