Joe’s parents after supper

As they finished up supper Joe tells his mother supper was delicious. His mother says thanks son I’m glad you enjoyed it as his dad says yes honey supper was delicious. Joe looks at his watch and says dang it I’m going be late for my date with Wendy as he’s hurries out the door. He hears his mother say don’t stay out too late and be safe. Joe fires up his truck and heads down the driveway. Mean while Anne hears Jim calling from the kitchen as he started washing the dishes for her.

Anne came in the kitchen to help Jim with the dishes , Jim looks at Anne and says ."You know, Anne," he said with a sly grin, "I think I've earned my dessert." Anne, who was drying the dishes , she raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh, is that right?" she replied, her voice playful. Jim nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yeah, I've been a good boy today." Anne chuckled, shaking her head. "Well, I suppose you have," she said, walking over to him. She leaned down, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Anne leaned in closer, her whisper sent a shiver down Jim's spine. "Your dessert is served," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. Jim's hands paused mid-wash, the water still running as he turned to meet her gaze. The twinkle in his eye matched the mischief in hers. Without a word, he turned off the faucet, and they moved in perfect sync, the kitchen fading into the background as they sought their sweet treat elsewhere. The night had just begun, and dessert was only the start.

Jim's grin widened as he asked, his voice low and teasing, "So, what kind of dessert did you have in mind?" Anne's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she leaned in a bit closer, her voice taking on a playful tone. "Oh, I think I have something special in store for you," she said, her lips curling into a sly smile. Jim's eyes lit up with anticipation, and he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. The air between them was charged with tension, and it was clear that dessert was just the beginning of a sweet and indulgent night ahead.

Anne smiled slyly as she whispered to Jim, "Why don't you head to the bedroom? I'll be right in." Her voice was laced with anticipation, and Jim's eyes sparkled with excitement as he nodded and left the kitchen. A moment later, Anne entered the bedroom, the soft glow of the lamp highlighting her figure draped only in a sheer white apron. The fabric clung to her, accentuating every curve, and the hard peaks of her nipples pressed against the thin material, leaving little to the imagination. Jim's breath caught as he took in the sight, his desire palpable in the charged air.

As Anne sashayed towards him, the apron swaying with each step, she flashed a sly grin. "I hope you like your dessert," she purred, her confidence radiating like an aura around her. Jim's eyes never left hers, his breath hitching as she approached. The air was thick with anticipation, and every step she took seemed to amplify the desire crackling between them. She stopped just inches away, her hands resting on her hips, the apron barely covering what lay beneath. "I think you'll find it's the sweetest treat you've ever had," she teased, her voice low and sultry.