The Fowlers are too distracted

You and Emily head to the room, you can't decide what to do so first you open the door a bit and look in. The Fowlers are in the midst of a heated fucking session with Mrs Fowler on her back, hanging off the bed while her husband, with his back to you, plows into her.

Neither are looking in your direction and you usher Emily in, she looks like she is going to have a heart attack but then she catches the view and mouth drops.

You point to a closet and she gets the idea and scoots in.

You then announce your arrival by plopping the ice bucket down on a dresser.

The two, turn and see, smile and carry on fucking.

You take a glance at Emily and if you didn't know she was there, you wouldn't notice her.

You wink at your hidden friend and then climb on the bed, on all fours, next to Mrs Fowler.

The two of you share a kiss.