That went well. Relieved that it was over, Darcy put down the phone. He waited to call her because he didn’t know how she would react. He was still ...embarrassed about expressing his feelings but she didn’t seem to mind. ‘So tomorrow it is’ as he puts it out of his mind. Clara arrives early and patiently waits for him to arrive. Within moments, she sees Darcy. Thirty, deep brown hair that looks black and beautiful brown eyes to match. Tall and slender, he looked very professional in his grey. Even though the tablecloth d****d over the edges of the table by more than a foot, it was still a very erotic experience."I hate to be a party poop," my wife announced as she got up from the table, "but I have to get to bed early. Carla James and I are going to visit her mother tomorrow and it's a two-hour drive. Carla will be by early in the morning." Ok, mom," Becky said. "Drive safely," I said, suppressing a groan."Take care of your dad, Becky," Susan said as she walked to the sink with her. I lean back and sit in my seat looking him in the eye as I slowly drag my hand away. He looks at me with his mouth slightly parted and I wink letting him know that it wasn't just an accident. I look straight ahead and see out of the corner of my eye that he's checking me out. I take a quick peek at him as I slowly run my hands down my chest and over my breasts, down my flat stomach and over the top of my skirt to my knees before slowly dragging them back up to sit on top of my thighs. I look. You are wearing the red satin one with just a single tie at the waist that I bought you for our last Christmas together and I was wearing the brocade one that you had given me for my last birthday.I had already set the table for two with lighted candles in front of the fire and had placed a bottle of chilled wine in the ice bucket at the side of the table. You complimented me on the main course as it was your favourite, but when it came to the dessert you were truly surprised because I had made.