Weall agreed and Sandra went back to ask her mum. Ten minutes later shewas back, Leanne would come too. After a light dinner of salad, weprepared to g... out. Danielle came out of her bedroom in a burgundythree quarter sleeve blouse, black skirt and ankle boots. Laura and Iwere happy with jeans, although beside Danielle, we lookedunderdressed. We rode down in the lift, met Leanne and Sandra andwalked to the theatre. Laura and Leanne sat together and chatted beforethe show started, I sat next to. The Maître d calls over a waiter and withdraws wishing us a pleasant time. I once more slide my dress up so my naughty pussy only wets my seat. After studying the menu we easily decide on a light salad starter with duck pate. To follow we both take a fish dish. My figure will not allow a desert, not because of the calories but because sex on a full stomach is less fun! The Sommelier pops up from nowhere. The decision is simple; Champaign. The waiter returns to move the cutlery around and lay. Clara’s hands grew bolder, reaching out to palm one of her full breasts, enjoying how it yielded to her fingers, loving how the nipple responded to her touch. “Who gets to taste you first? Who do you want to taste first?”Sigurd’s fingers massaged her clit in a way that made thinking even harder. Clara leaned her head back against him, pushing her chest forward, lost in the sensation of their attention. Thora took this as an invitation, bringing her mouth forward to lick Clara’s breasts. Clara’s. Not for her husband’s dalliance with the intern, but the obvious affection and care Ryan had for this mysterious intern. And that was what was wrong with the whole messed up situation. Throughout the night she laughed when appropriate, listened when she had to, and most importantly she made sure she hung on to every word Jack uttered. Everything was a blur. She would act as if she was enjoying herself but secretly one eye was scanning the room, hoping to see him. But it was just that- hope..