Getting some food to calm their ardor.

"Hey, relax." Beth kissed him on the cheeks. "Everything's okay, okay?"
"If you say so..." Kyle didn't seem so certain.
"Come on..." Beth opened her door so they could switch seats. {if Formation = 5
}"I need more than just your hot cum in my belly after that workout." {else
}"I'm starving, and what you gave me isn't going to cut it." {endif
}Kyle laughed with a tinge of despair as he switched seats with her.
They drove to a bagel place close by to the gym, Bagels4U! and had a bite to eat. They talked of normal things: Kyle's thoughts on a job and a place to live, Brian's job, and the news of the day.
"Are you going to your dad's tonight?" Ben Jackson, their father, was expecting Brian and Beth around 3:30 to jump in his pool and then have dinner.
"I'm supposed to... unfortunately, I couldn't exactly hide the fact that I'm home from dad." His face said that he did not look forward to it.
"Well..." Beth reached across to rub his hand. "I'd certainly love to see you there." Ben had always made Beth a little uncomfortable: only 48 and recently separated from a second wife that was barely older than Beth herself, {if Formation = 3
}he sometimes sparked thoughts in Beth that were... less than appropriate. {else
}he sometimes seemed a little...too friendly. {endif
}He'd made it big in both the dot-com boom and the real estate bubble, correctly predicting each crash and getting out ahead. He had parlayed his savvy into ownership of several rental properties, and spent a majority of his time going to restaurants, baseball games, working out and drinking by his pool.
They finished up their breakfast and headed home. Beth showered and got dressed in some khaki shorts that hugged her round ass and a modest crop top for their appointment with the wedding planner. I'm working hard on this flat stomach and I'm going to flaunt it. {if TomHappy = 1
} While she was getting dressed, a text came in from Mr. Harden.

Tom: just wondering if you had a chance to think about that session today
Tom: lmk

The memory of... what she had done came rushing back. Jesus... when did I {if Formation = 5
}turn back into {else
}become {endif
}such a slut? She mulled over how to respond. {endif
}