" You better get off a little earlier next time. I've been slaving away for hours," I lied.She put the take-out bag in the refrigerator and held up on... of the discarded containers from the French restaurant. "Hours and hours," she smirked. "Let me put these bags up and I'll be back in a minute."I sat down at the table and popped open the champagne. When she returned I poured two glasses."To us," I toasted."To you," she said. "You really outdid yourself this time."We began to eat dinner and I. “Damn.” I muttered, falling backwards onto the bed, covered in sweat.I caught my breath and looked up at Olivia, who was alternating between looking at me and then at Gwen, a clearly shocked look on her face.“That was so amazing.” Gwen panted.“Yeah? You want to go again?” I asked, smacking Gwen’s ass lightly, making her groan.“My ass is on fire. Maybe later.” she panted. Just then, she let out a loud fart, followed by a gurgling sound. She immediately jumped up and ran to the bathroom, slamming. Her eyes twinkled, and a faintsmirking smile crossed her mouth but she didn’t meet hisapologetic gaze. Her legs were extended and her feetremained in harm’s way under his chair. When theappetizers arrived, Michael turned to feed his two-year-old son. Again his foot brushed Karen’s. Again sheignored his startled glance.The dinner went on with good food, and even betterconversation. The wine flowed, and the lights dimmed.They were all having a great time, and Michael began. She had briefly wondered why he was in such a hurry, but then she remembered that his baseball game tonight was earlier than usual. In fact they only had about an hour until he had to be back at the school for warm up, and her house was a good twenty minutes away. It was normal for him to rest his right hand on her leg when he was driving. It was just something he liked to do. But it surprised her when he moved his hand up under her skirt and stroked her clit over her panties. She'd gasped in a.