Deny it

"I.... I don't know what you mean." Sam tells her, moving his eyes away from her's, but finding them instead drawn to her bare legs. "Let's just get these sandwiches made."

Lauren giggles again, slapping his arse as she walks passed him. "I still don't believe you."

Nothing more is said as the pair of them finish off the sandwiches, plating them up and carrying them to the table. "We should probably call all the others." Lauren tells him.

Sam nods. "Good point," he replies as Mike walks over to join them, sitting himself at the head of the table. "James and Shelly are outside, and I guess the others are upstairs."

"Emma won't be joining us." Mike cuts in. "She has a headache."

Lauren shrugs, before looking around. "I guess I'll go get the outdoor folks," she says slowly. "Do you want to go get the twins?"

Sudden images of Shelly's mouth around James' cock fill Sam's mind and he wonders if maybe he should be the one to get them in.