Adult Blogger: GAY SOLOS paused, considering. "Tell you what. Steve and I are going to Meier's for a few drinks after dinner. I'll drop him off, and then come back later."
Mrs. Morgan shook her head, her ponytail swinging back and forth, but remained silent.
"Mrs. Morgan, I am going to fuck you in your own house, with your husband and son sleeping upstairs." As the wicked words spilled from his lips, Mrs. Morgan's eyes shifted back and forth between her family at the bar and this insolent young man whose hand was lightly rubbing her inner thigh.
Before she could respond, Mr. Morgan and Steve got up from the bar. Dan quickly withdrew his fingers from between Mrs. Morgan's thighs, instantly missing their warmth, their silky smoothness. She tried valiantly to hide her anxiety as they rejoined Dan and her at the table.
"Whaddya say, honey? Should we get the bill and head home?"
Mrs. Morgan simply nodded and her husband signaled the waiter for the check. "Come on. I'll take care of the bill, and meet you guys outside."
While Mr. Morgan waited for the check, Mrs. Morgan, Steve and Dan walked from Hackney's and across the parking lot toward their cars. As they approached, she dug in her purse for the keys to the Range Rover. "Damn," she muttered.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Steve asked, stopping beside the SUV. Dan continued to his car, parked on the other side of the Range Rover.
