Tiramisu. One big serving and three forks. We ate it up but skipped the wine when the waiter asked us. "This was enough for us."Dinner ended with thre...e adults with full bellies and smiles on our faces. The waiter brought the check and the three digit number I found was not shocking. I put down a three digit tip for him and then handed the manager a couple hundreds and asked him to make sure the chef knows how much we loved dinner. I would have given it to the chef directly, but he was busy and. Since the Stimpsons were going to be out late, it was decided that Brit’ney would spend the night. Barbara drove her over, and Denise would bring her home the next morning. Dannie had the address and knew what time to arrive. Brit’ney had told him to bring a change of clothing and be ready for a surprise.Before leaving for the night, Denise took Brit’ney aside and asked, “Hon, we’re really looking forward to tonight. Mike doesn’t know it yet, but I got us a fancy hotel room downtown. Will you. Making me even hotter, I am sweating. I cannot help touching myself, playing with my pussy as you watch me, and you are not saying anything. Just staring at my naked body through the mirrors and putting up with my antics until you get to fuck me.I get to your side, licking my lips, the anticipation of screwing me is building up, I can feel it in your hard stare. I do not take my eyes off yours as I run my fingertips alongside your face, over your lips and you nip at them. My fingers slither. I turned back to Grace and I saw a slight look of sadness. I knew she wanted to feel me bare just as much as I wanted to feel her. But her eyes told me she understood. Pushing this to the back of my mind, I pushed her legs flat to her shoulders again and sank all of my cock into her tight little body.Grace’s smile was an exquisite thing. It lifted my soul. I’d spent the last week and a half thinking about guys with big dicks and how they were pleasuring my wife. It was good to escape from this.