Chapter 5
by 
Yelawolf
Does she stop him or let him finger her in front of everyone?
She allowed Mark to finger her if he wants, but grip his forearm under the table
Mark smile with a shit eating grin. "Oh, you like that don't you?" He whispers, his breath hot against Amy's ear. She nods slightly, not trusting herself to speak, her eyes never leaving yours. Her grip on your arm tightens as Mark's fingers slide under the elastic of her panties, and she bites her lower lip to stifle a gasp. You, however, are still blissfully unaware, lost in the warmth of family memories and the comfort of your mother's cooking. Mark only dipping a small amount into your girlfriend hole.
"Well, let's get to the surprise, shall we?" Mark says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down Amy's spine. He stands, pulling his chair back with a screech that makes everyone jump. You exchange a look with your mom, who nods encouragingly, oblivious to the tension coiled around Amy's waist like a serpent.
Your father lead you to the basement showing off a crib. You notice it's set up in a corner with baby clothes and toys scattered around. "This is where the magic happens," Mark says, his grin widening as he gestures to the baby setup. "I figured it's about time you guys start thinking about the future, and what better way to celebrate your love than to prepare for a new addition to the family?"
Amy eyes widen at the sight of the crib, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes scanning the room, she tries to process what's happening. The baby clothes and toys are a stark contrast to the tension that had just been building between her and Mark. You, equally surprised, look at your dad with a mix of confusion and excitement. "Wow, Dad, this is..." your voice trails off as you struggle to find the right words. "Is amazing. If Amy and I have kids..." You leave the sentence hanging, looking at her for a response.
"Well, let's not wait too long for that, shall we?" Mark winks at Amy, his hand still resting on her lower back, his fingers now stroking down toward her amazing ass. "Let's get this party started!" He says with a clap of his hands.
The next few hours you and your dad drink beer and watch the game in the basement while your mom and Amy clean up the dinner dishes. The tension from earlier has dissipated, or so you think.
Mark said. "You got a good one son. If you want me to teach Amy the ropes, I'd be happy to. I've had my fair share of experience," His words hang in the air, laden with innuendo. You laugh awkwardly, unsure if he's joking or not.
"What could you teach her?"
He chuckles. "Oh, you know. The art of keeping a man happy. Like cooking dinner, keeping a clean house, the works." His eyes twinkle as he takes a sip of his beer.
The beer making his words make perfect sense to you, you laugh it off. "I'm sure she's got that covered," you say. "Hey I don't mind if you want to bond with my future wife."