See what unfolds.

Jenna stumbles a little. The wine is affecting her balance, and she tips forward into Scotty's arms.
"Whoops..." she giggles. "Thank you Scotty. Almost took a tumble there." Your face burns as she lingers in his grasp. "So...you 're going to stay for dinner, right?"
Scotty looks hesitant; Jenna hasn't stepped back, she's leaning on him, and his arms are snaked around her back in reflex.
"It sounds lovely." {If KaylaInvite = 1} "Kayla should be here around four." Jenna's head snaps up at this. She plants her feet.
"Oh? My husband failed to mention that she was coming. How thoughtful of him to ask me first." Her tone is annoyed. "Well I suppose if we can accomodate one McCann, we can accommodate both."{endif}
"Do you have a pair of shorts for the pool, Scotty? Or do you need to run home to get some?"
"I have a pair in the truck, ma... Jenna. They aren't trunks, but they'll do." Jenna is hooking Scotty's belt loops with her thumbs now.
"I mean...I wouldn't care if you just went skinny, but I think James might protest..."
Your blood boils at this shameless flirting{if TaraSexLvl > 1} but after what happened with Tara today, you guess karma's a bitch. {elseif KaylaSexLvl > 1} but after what happened with Kayla at work, you guess karma's a bitch. {else}.{endif}
"Well, I certainly would want to get you into trouble, Jenna." You watch as Scotty boldly inches his hands down over Jenna's bikini clad ass.
"Ooh....Scotty. You're going to get us both in trouble." Jenna's tone isn't exactly discouraging, though, and she's slid her arms around Scott's waist as well.
"Should I stop, then?" Scotty grins, sliding his hands further down and digging his fingers into that fine, taut ass, pulling her close.
"Well, James did leave me all alone to finish prepping for dinner so he could slack off by the pool, knowing full well that you would be here too. So isn't this really his fault we find ourselves in this compromising position?" Her voice is smug, tipsy, and playful. She's clearly excited by the thrill of doing something naughty, of tiptoeing the line of cheating.