People are exchanging stealthy handjobs.

While Emma's parents seem distracted by your parents, you've been working on Sophia. You know that Emma already has her warmed up, and you've managed to calmly slide your own hand onto her inner thigh, giving her a secret rubdown and teasing her by brushing close to her slit. She's starting to wonder if there's no lengths you and Emma won't go to for sexual pleasure. She has no idea. Already drowning in embarassment for her display earlier, she decides she's in for a penny, in for a pound, and lightly traces her fingers over your bulge. Emma told her all about your special gifts while they were pleasuring one another in the car, and now she can't stop imagining it.

Your Dad has told your Mom about the secret guest under the table, which convinces her to redouble her efforts. The two of them are rubbing each other silly under the table, keeping sharp eyes for whoever becomes Emma's next meal. There's a complete lull in the conversation, since two thirds of the guests are busy with other matters, and it's up in the air as to whether or not everyone really knows what's going on.