Dinner time

The rest of the evening went fairly uneventfully. A few hours later, Derek and Lisa both came home from their jobs. Kelsi had already gone to her room, so the three of you hung out by the pool having a couple of beers.

Lisa finally excused herself to go prepare dinner. Like her daughter, she was a full figured girl, one that you had had your eye on before Derek had swooped her up. Your old friend had his back turned, so you got to watch his wife walk away, her pantyliner visible on her right black dress pants.

I'd bury my face in that ass, you thought.

You and Derek continued to catch up for a half hour or so before Lisa called you in to eat. Kelsi, dressed only in a pair of pajamas short-shorts and a tank top (no bra) was helping her mother set the table. The shorts were short enough to reveal ass cheek on either side. You had to **** yourself not to look now that her parents were around, but you wanted to so badly.

Once the table was set, you all sat down together. Lisa and Derek sat at either end, and you say on one side, opposite Kelsi. Conversation turned to Kelsi's job hunt, and she told everyone the various places she had applied and asked for interviewing tips.

It was hard not to stare. Her big nipples were clearly visible through the thin cloth of her tank top. Once she caught you looking at her chest and just winked.

Lisa asked about your own job interview, and as you began to talk, there was suddenly a foot between your thighs. You had to fight not to react as she tickled the underside of your nut sack with her toes.

As you **** yourself to talk without reaction, your phone vibrated. You quickly unlocked the screen and saw something that made you about **** on your own spit. Clearly taken from the pool deck was a photo of you standing in the window jerking your cock.

*My room later* the message with the photo said. You glanced up at Kelsi just as her foot found your now partially erect penis. *I have your dessert."

It was followed by a photo of her crotch clearly just taken at the table. She had one leg of her shorts pulled aside to show her pussy.

You did your best to continue the conversation as her foot stroked your hard cock through your pants. Somehow you managed to find finish dinner without cumming in your pants or giving yourself away.