Lucky Guy FFM Thressome

Allan reached for Sally's chair, but she gently stopped his hand. Her smile, previously warm, now held a mischievous glint that sent a shiver down his spine. Sue, too, was watching him with an unfamiliar intensity, her glass of wine momentarily forgotten."e;Hold on a second, love,"e; Sally purred, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "e;The food is for later. First, you eat us."e;Allan's eyebr...