“With out me begging, I mean I did tell you family dinner. Meaning with my mom and Glen included.”

“I know what you meant Spencer.” Smiling I turned the car on and we left the parking lot. I dropped her off and drove home to pick something nice to wear, it took me a while but I finally decided on black cargo pants with some high tops to be casual than a baby blue tee showing my stomach which I knew would piss mama Carlin off and put a sly smile on baby Carlin as well as a scarf. Gained my courage and drove back over to Spencer’s.

The family was all ready sitting down, so I was fashionably late like all ways causing Spencer to smile. She like it when I made her mother mad, or tense. I sat next to my girlfriend, they all grabbed hands to pray. I wasn’t exactly one to do the whole thank god thing but if it meant being here with my girlfriend than I could handle it.

“Amen.” We all said after Paula finished one of her hypocritical prayers and we began eating. Knowing this was the perfect time to get Spencer back I made conversation while my hand laid on her thigh. She side glanced me but then went on with talking; I moved my hand further up than back down. Tracing little circles with my fingers and watching her squirm. Finally I was making my way up toward where I knew would make her crazy, I walked my fingers to her inner thigh.

“So Ashley how was your day?” Paula asked with disdain in her voice.

Answering her question wasn’t as much fun as what I wish she could see what I was doing to her daughter under the table. My fingers reached it’s destination, slow and I mean very slow I rubbed Spencer’s center on the outside of her jeans. She shuddered but said nothing but by now she couldn’t even eat. Applying a little more pressure I felt her tense as my fingers hit her hidden clit, she let out a moan and dropped her fork.

“Are you okay Spencer?” I asked with a straight face while moving my fingers a little faster causing her to grip the table cloth.