It was Amy

Matt looked down to see Amy's fingers wrapped around his dick.

She caught his gaze and winked. "This makes me feel good when we're together."

Well, he wasn't going to complain. He glanced around the table... and spotted his mother's disapproving gaze. "We're out in public, Matt."

{if ****=true}"Sorry mother, first come, first served."{else}"Come on, mother, we're celebrating a major life event.{endif}

Karen fumbled out her camera, then stuck it under the table. Was she shooting a video of this? He had to wonder what she intended to do with it.

Meanwhile, Eliza Hartman rambled on about her marriage, her opinions on the roles of males and females (males should be dominant but too many of America's males were wimps who had no idea how to handle women), and politics (poor people, present company excepted, were lazy bums who just wanted to take advantage of the rich and you can read all about it in Atlas Shrugged.) Matt's experience was that rich people hardly seemed to do any work at all but he decided that a major political discussion wasn't likely to be helpful or to improve the mood or Amy's hand speed.