Matthew the Red Fox woke with a start when his phone started to chime away.  He reached for it quickly and grabbed it, flipping the damned thing open before turning off the alarm.  When the hell had he set his alarm to wake him up?  He shook his head, unable to remember.  He’d likely done it on the drive home from work, he thought, then suddenly looked over at the little loli tigress asleep in the bed beside him.  He gazed at her, taking in how she was snuggling with a pillow and practically wrapped around it, purring and mumbling quietly in her sleep.  It was adorable but he wasn’t thinking about that, his thoughts kept playing over the revelation he’d just come to.

	This was his home, more so than the house two doors down where he’d lived for so many years of his life.  Here he felt comfortable, safe, loved even.  He took a slow breath and closed his eyes as he sat there, thanking his lucky stars.  When he opened them, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Whisper’s head.  Out of the bed he moved, grabbing his slacks and shirt off the floor as he moved to the en suite bathroom.  He took himself a quick shower and donned his dirty clothes, wrinkling his nose.  They were smelly and wrinkly and he’d have to run over to his parent’s house to get fresh clothes.

	Absently he wondered if Whisper would mind if he moved in with her, which reminded him of the fact that he still hadn’t properly made up with her.  “Damn it,” he muttered, swearing to himself he would do everything in his power tonight to do so.  He had to work though, and it was likely he wouldn’t get off work until tonight- a thought which bummed him out considering it was seven in the morning at that moment.  He sighed and cast one last glance at the sleeping Whisper before leaving the room as quietly as he could, making his way downstairs.

	He was completely surprised however when he caught the scent of fresh coffee in the air and when he rounded the corner, his eyes widened at the sight of Sammie standing near the coffee pot wearing pajamas under a large black apron.  “Sammie?” he questioned and she turned towards him with a toothy grin.  He blinked when he saw written across the front of the apron ‘French the Cook’ in hot pink lettering.

	“Good morning,” she greeted before turning away and getting down a couple mugs from the cabinet above.  “I trust you slept well? I know I did,” she said with a hearty chuckle that made him shift a little as he recalled her hot wet mouth working his cock until he’d given her a hot sticky load of his seed.  As if his case of morning wood wasn’t already bad enough.

	He coughed into his fist as he walked over, “Yes, I slept quite well indeed.  Thanks for the coffee.  I’m going to need it to get through today.”  He gave a sigh and pulled the pot from the maker, filling up both mugs for them.  “How do you like your coffee?” he asked her, “I’ll fix it for you.”

	“Oh there’s no need for that!” she exclaimed, her confident air cracking a little in her surprise by his actions, “I can do it!”

	He shook his head and kissed her shoulder before turning away to get the half and half out of the fridge.  “No, let me.  I feel I should do something for you after last night,” he told her, smiling.

	She blushed then and wriggled as he walked back over to her.  “Thank you for that,” she whispered to him, “I was so nervous… I kept thinking mother would wake up and catch us or you’d push me away and yell at me.”  Her ears drooped a little and Matt chuckled softly as he reached out and petted her head.  With her very womanly body, it was hard to remember that she was nineteen.  Appearance wise and action wise up until last night, she’d always seemed older than that.

	“There’s no need to thank me.  Hell, I should be thanking you, for trusting me enough to do that- despite the fact that you pretty much forced me,” he told her in a lightly scolding tone which made her blush more.  “Some men don’t like to think with their dick but all men fail to think with their bigger head when their little head is in the mouth of a very attractive woman.”  She blushed even more but leaned against him easily when he hugged her with one arm while pouring half and half into his mug of coffee, turning it from black to a soft mocha color.  “I should also mention that your mother saw the whole thing and thinks you need some lessons before you try to deep throat me again.  Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself by doing it wrong,” he told her and she froze up, so tense he could have sworn she had turned to stone.

	“She’s not mad.  Well, not really mad.  I believe she said ‘as your girlfriend, I’m mad but as Sammie’s mother, I’m glad it was you’ or some such thing.  You should definitely talk to her when she wakes up about it.  Trying to hide it or play it off will not make things better.  Besides, mothers always know when you do something bad,” he told her but she was trembling in his hold.  “Relax, relax.  If you really want, just wait until I get home tonight then talk with her.  I’ll be there to back you up,” he explained.

	Sammie let out a sigh and turned, hugging him around the waist, her plentiful breasts pressing up against his chest, “I guess I was fooling myself, thinking I could do something like that with you and her not know about it.”  She was quiet as he nodded, rubbing his cheek against the top of her head.  “It… sounds really cowardly but I think I’ll wait til you get home to talk to her about it,” she whispered before leaning up and kissing his cheek.  “What time do you have to be at work?” she asked then.

	“I have to run over to my parent’s house- Hey. Do you think your mom would be opposed to me moving in?” he asked her and she jerked a bit in surprise, taken aback by his sudden question so much that her eyes actually opened briefly.  For the first time, Matt got to see that her eyes were blue as sapphires but the pupils of them were milky white.

	“I’m not sure…” she replied uncertainly as her eyes closed again, chewing on her lower lip, “I want to say she’d be happy with it- I know I would be, but I have no idea.  She was really hurt when you two didn’t talk for a week and then you’ve only really been in our lives for a very short time.”

	He sighed then and nodded, leaning down to kiss her cheek.  “I know but… I realized earlier that I think of this place as home and my parents house as just… a house I grew up in.  I feel loved and safe here, you know?” he told her, watching as she nodded slowly.

	“Still… You should probably wait a while longer before asking Mother,” she told him before pulling away and taking her own mug of coffee, pouring just a tiny bit of half and half in.  It was quite interesting to watch how careful she was, and amazing as hell when she didn’t spill any.  She went over to the fridge and stowed away the half and half before returning and picking up her mug, sipping her coffee.

	“I guess you’re right,” he said with a sigh, disappointment in his voice so thick he almost choked on it.  Sammie’s expression furrowed but before she could say anything, he gulped down his coffee and set the mug down.  “I’m going to be late if I don’t hurry.  I’ll see you tonight.  Please tell your mother I plan to take you both out to eat for dinner, okay?  I’ll call on the way home,” he told her before leaning in and kissing her forehead before escaping…

	Dressed in fresh, clean clothes, Matthew quickly drove to work.  His parents had not been happy when he came walking in and he didn’t even bother to tell them where he’d been or that he’d gotten a promotion or anything.  He felt strangely detached from them as he passed them in the kitchen and went up to his room, not even slowing when he heard his father comment on how he’d finally learned how to wake up with the sunrise.

	Work wasn’t as bad as he’d feared it would be.  It had actually been rather slow paced considering what his previous week of training had been like.  Cathy was one hell of a teacher though and expected him to keep up with her as she went about her duties as if he were her shadow.  She spoke to him directly only a few times, but otherwise ignored him.  Or it felt like she was, but then she’d suddenly turn on him and ask his opinion on whatever was happening.  The first time she’d done it, he’d stumbled over his words a little but she had patiently waited while he spoke.  He was more than a little surprised when she had then nodded and agreed with him before turning back to her conversation with one of the workers from their division.  Every time after that, he’d felt a little more comfortable and by lunch he was participating in the conversations as well, feeling not so much an awkward third wheel anymore but an active participant.

	For lunch, the two of them sat alone in her office, eating some sandwiches from the food court downstairs and drinking soda- or at least he was- she was drinking water.  “I really think you’re getting the hang of this.  Your ability to adapt is nearly frightening,” Cathy told him and he smiled as he chewed his current bite.

	He swallowed before replying, “Not really. Compared to the hustle and bustle of the last week, this is actually a lot slower paced.  I feel like I’m actually absorbing what’s going on.”  It was then she laughed and admitted that the week he’d been ‘training’ had in reality been testing him to see what he could and couldn’t do, all too quick for him to learn skills he didn’t need.  “Really? That’s a bit backwards, isn’t it?” he asked and she shook her head.

	“Not really.  They had you doing everything from janitorial work to secretarial work.  They didn’t want you to learn any of it.  They only wanted you to do it and to see what you were good at.  What you were good at turned out to be what I needed, so here you are,” she told him with a smile as she leaned back and folded her arms under her breasts.  They’d both taken off their suit jackets so this action emphasized her C-cup breasts and hinted that her bra had some lace to it.  He quickly looked down at his sandwich so as to not seem like he was sizing up his boss.  Her soft chuckle told him she had noticed though and he braced himself for a reprimand that never came.

	“I noticed you had coffee this morning but only got water for lunch,” he mentioned quickly to try and move the topic away from training and hoping to fully avoid his ogling her boobs.

	“I’m sensitive to caffeine actually, so one big cup of coffee in the morning has me going til the moon comes up,” she admitted with a laugh and a shrug as she shifted and took the last bite of her sandwich.

	“Ah.  I’ve never really been sensitive to the stuff myself- its why I had a Blue Bull  with me when I got here,” he told her and she laughed, admitting she’d eyed the drink with wonder at how he could drink twenty ounces of the stuff without going loopy.  “It’s all about the immunity.  Like with drugs and alcohol, eventually caffeine won’t affect you so bad if you keep ingesting it.”

	The sexy cheetah woman shook her head and raised a hand, running her fingers through her honey colored hair absently.  “I highly doubt that.  I’ve always been sensitive to it.  I didn’t have my first soda until I was in high school,” she laughed then and blushed a bit, “My boyfriend at the time could barely walk afterwards.”  When Matthew’s eyebrows shot up at the statement, and the fact that he’d frozen with his mouth open about to bite into what was left of his sandwich, she laughed and gave a wave of her hand.  “Sorry, sorry.  That wasn’t very professional of me, but you’re really easy to talk to.  Kinda like Mr. Rose but without that heavy atmosphere of authority.  Know what I mean?”

	He bit into his sandwich and nodded.  He did know what she meant, and had been told he was easy to talk to many times over the course of his life.  He’d never really thought it a problem or anything, but he had the feeling he was going to learn more about his lean, leggy boss than he’d previously thought.  When he swallowed, he asked, “What all is left for today?  I kinda promised I’d take my girlfriend and her daughter out to eat tonight.”  He quickly raised his hands and waved a bit, “Don’t get me wrong, I love working this job.  It’s a lot of fun, but I need to know when to make the reservations.  You know?”

	Cathy had quirked a brow at his mention of a girlfriend and her other brow rose when he’d mentioned a daughter but then she chuckled at his sudden back peddling.  “Oh don’t worry.  You may have had to come in early today, but I don’t mind you leaving at five.  It is your first day and I don’t want you too overwhelmed.  I need my right hand to not get sore, tired and cramped,” she said with a laugh and Matt was momentarily confused by her strange sense of humor.

	“Thanks… Do you know of any nice places to eat?” he asked and she nodded, explaining there was a rather pleasant Italian place a few blocks away called That Red Tomato.  Matt laughed and asked incredulously, “What?  Is it seriously called that?”

	“Oh yes, but that place has the best pasta this side of the city and you definitely won’t regret going there,” she said, then added with a twinkle in her arresting amber eyes as she leaned forward with her elbows on her desk, “The booths are also very private, if you know what I mean.”  She waggled her brows at him and held his gaze just long enough that he felt his cock throb in his slacks before she stood and scooped up her trash to throw away.  When the hell had he popped a boner?  To make matters worse, when she reached her waste basket near the door, she added as if in afterthought, “I haven’t been there in a while myself.  If you weren’t taken already, I wouldn’t mind going.”

	With that she slipped out of the room with a devious grin on her lips, leaving him gaping where he sat as she closed the door behind her.  “Oh god!  Does she have the hots for me?  How the fuck did that happen?” he asked then gave a groan.  Mini-Matthew was pushing at the crotch of his slacks in a not so miniature way and he quickly adjusted himself before finishing off the last of his sandwich.  His thoughts as he threw away his trash and jogged after her were that he was both a lucky son of a bitch and totally screwed…

	Sure enough he got out of work shortly after five and he could not have been happier.  Ever since lunch he’d not only been distracted by his distress over her words but also by the fact that nearly every chance that it was possible, he noticed her sweet derriere had a subtle, sexy sway to it as she walked.  Not cool, not cool at all.  Mini-Matthew loved it, but big Matthew knew it was totally unprofessional to be imagining how he could find a way- and the time- to bend his boss over her desk, whip up her skirt and bury his face betwixt those sexy cheeks and eat her out until she begged him to fuck her.

	In the cool, quiet of his car, he sighed as he leaned back into the leather seat and pulled out his phone.  He really needed to hear his girlfriend’s voice right now so he didn’t spend the whole drive to pick her up popping a boner for his boss.  As the phone rang, he couldn’t help but think back to high school.  He’d never been that popular, had a lot of friends or girlfriends.  In fact, he’d only had two, one his sophomore year and one his senior year.  Both relationships had been brief and hadn’t gone very far which had done a number on his ego, but one relationship he’d had a year after he graduated had fixed that right up.  It had not only lasted several months, but he’d lost his virginity and gained enough experience in the bedroom that he didn’t feel awkward.  What happened to that relationship, he wondered for a brief second before recall that oh yeah she’d cheated on him with everything with two legs, male and female.

	He growled a little and totally surprised Whisper when she answered the phone, “Oh! Sorry sweetie, I was just remembering a whore I used to date and how she cheated on me with everything with two legs and sexual organs.”  He sighed when she gave a startled laugh then he sat up a little straighter in his chair, “So, I’m on my way home, but I’d love it if you could get ready.  I’m going to take you and Sammie out to dinner tonight at The Red Tomato, as a way to apologize for being an ass.”

	She gave another laugh then replied, “I’ve heard of it. That place gets good reviews.  Alright, I’ll get a shower and be ready by the time you get here.  Also it seems like Sammie has something she wants to talk to me about, but keeps refusing to say.  Keeps telling me to wait until you get here.  What happened?”

	Matt smiled, though she couldn’t see it, finding her concern quite adorable, “Don’t worry. It’s just about last night.  No worries.”  Her reassured ‘ah’ made him smile again then he told her he’d see her soon before hanging up…

	Matt pulled into the driveway at his parent’s house to note that the lights were off.  It was only fifteen until six, so surely they weren’t in bed already, but he was surprised when he came in and the house was really quiet.  Walking through it, he found a note on the kitchen table that was short sweet and pissed him the fuck off.  His mother and father had taken off to Hawaii for a week and not even had the balls to tell him in person.  “Assholes,” he muttered but as he made his way to his room, he recalled that they had always been like that.  Always leaving him out, always forgetting to mention things to him, always keeping to themselves.  It was enough to make him wonder if he was even their child- though considering the fact that he was a red fox and they were both white foxes was a big sign there.

	He stilled in his doorway at that thought.  “Maybe I’m not,” he muttered and suddenly dropped to one knee, clutching at his chest with the hand that wasn’t clutching at the doorjamb, surprise coloring his face.  It felt, in that moment, like a giant chasm had opened in his chest, leaving him cold and empty.  He’d never considered it before, because surely they wouldn’t put up with him for so long if he wasn’t theirs. Right?

	Shaking his head but unable to shake the feeling, he stood and quickly packed a suitcase full of a week’s worth of clothes both for home and for work.  Taking it with him, he left his parent’s cold house and drove over to his girlfriend’s home.  He got out, taking the suitcase with him, knowing it was a bad idea, but hoped she’d be okay with it.  He rang the doorbell and Whisper was the one to open the door.  She looked like she always did, a young four foot tall ten year old girl with B-cup breasts pushing against her violet spaghetti strap top, a pink and indigo skirt that extended down mid-thigh and pink and purple stripped stockings that extended up far enough that he couldn’t see the tops because her skirt was in the way.

	He gazed at her a minute, unable to form a sentence when her happiness changed to concern, her eyes flicking from his face to the suitcase in his hand.  “What happened? Did they kick you out?” she asked, snapping him out of his stupor.

	“Oh uh…  No.  They actually took a week-long vacation in Hawaii and I only found out through the note my father had left on the kitchen table.  ‘Took your mother to Hawaii for a week. – Richard,” he told her, quoting the note with a grimace.  Whisper’s eyebrows went up at that then she quickly danced back, gesturing for him to come in.

	“What’s the suitcase for then?” she asked and he set it down by the door before closing said door.

	“Well…  About that…  I really don’t want to stay alone in that house for the next week,” he said slowly, unsure of the way to word this, “So I was wondering if it would be okay if I stay here.  If it’s not, I can just stay there but… you know…”  He felt so fucking lame in that moment that there was no way he could imagine she’d say it was fine.

	“Oh!  Well that’s fine with me and I’m sure Sammie wouldn’t mind.  You can take your suitcase up to my room- since you’re going to be in it most of the time you’re here anyways,” she joked, completely stunning him.  He’d fully expected her to say no.  “Sammie!  Are you ready yet?” Whisper called out towards the back of the house, a muffled reply coming a few seconds later that was hard to make out.  “Seems she still needs a bit.  Why don’t you grab a shower too… you look a bit shell shocked,” she told him, taking his hand and leading him towards the stairs, only to suddenly meep when he scooped her up and hugged her tight against him.

	“You’re crushing me-“

	“God, I love you so much.  You’re the most wonderful woman in the whole world, Whisper,” he told her, his voice just a little choked, “No one would ever just be okay with someone randomly showing up on their doorstep asking to stay, but you didn’t even hesitate despite the fact we barely know each other and I hurt you so bad so recently.”

	She stilled in his arms then smiled softly as she snuggled against him, “Maybe I just enjoy having you around, and seeing you standing there like your whole world had just come crashing down around your ears was all the incentive I needed to welcome you into my home,” she whispered softly to him as she reached up and ran her fingers through his red hair, pulling him down into a kiss.

	That was how Sammie found them, though she couldn’t actually see them.  “Okay, I’m ready to go,” she said as she stopped in the living room, a bit breathless from rushing.  She heard though, after a second that they were kissing and tilted her head to the side when finally Whisper spoke up after the kiss ended.

	“Take a seat, Sweetie.  Matt needs to grab a shower and change.  He’s going to be staying with us for a week while his parents are out of state,” she explained and Sammie gave a little gasp, then grinned from ear to ear.  Matthew set Whisper down then, barely able to resist scooping her back up and kissing her again.  He couldn’t believe his luck and his good fortune.  The chasm in his chest had been filled by her sweet caring and understanding, and with a bit of pep in his step, he left the room with his suitcase.

	“We both know it won’t be for just a week, you know,” Sammie whispered to her mother after a moment, to be sure that Matthew wouldn’t hear.  She wasn’t surprised when her mother giggled softly and responded that they’d have to wait and see.  “So you’ve forgiven him, have you?” she asked quietly as she sat and smiled when Whisper sat with her and snuggled close.

	“Of course.  As if I wouldn’t,” Whisper said with a small smile of her own, “There’s just something about him that I feel… would make my life a whole lot more empty and lonely if he wasn’t in it.”

	“I know what you mean,” Sammie admitted quietly then sighed as she quietly spoke with her mother about what had happened the previous night before Matt had gone up to see Whisper.

	“I know, Sweetie.  I gave it a lot of thought and I’m not mad.  Anymore.  I would like it if you could at least ask next time before you go down on him,” Whisper replied, making her daughter give a sound of uncertainty, “You know, so I can give you pointers.”

	Matthew’s shower was quick and to the point, cleaning his fur and hair with soap and shampoo respectively before rinsing off and getting out.  He dried off with the blow-dryer before returning to Whisper’s room to change into a pair of soft black pants that weren’t quite jeans but also weren’t work slacks.  He didn’t think to don boxers.  He’d fallen out of the habit lately though he had no idea why.  He then pulled on a crimson button down shirt and was out in the hallway buttoning it up before he thought to go back and grab his wallet and keys.  His car was blocking in Whisper’s so he’d have to drive.

	When he came downstairs, he found Whisper and Sammie snuggling on the couch.  It was rather cute, and if Sammie hadn’t been wearing a shimmering black dress that was cut low enough that it showed she wasn’t wearing a bra and a slit up one side at the bottom that showed off a lot of thigh, he’d have not even noticed what Sammie was wearing at all.  How could he when Whisper had flicked up her skirt when he entered to show that she wasn’t wearing panties?  The sight was mouthwatering but he was a man after all.  He unconsciously looked at every woman in the room wearing anything that showed anything because his gender was just wired like that.  He licked his lips slowly then explained, “We’ll have to take my car since I’ve got yours blocked in… Plus I’m not sure we’d all fit in your car unless I drove and you sat on Sammie’s lap but then you’d get her dress all wrinkled and where the hell did you even get that dress when you don’t leave the house?” he questioned and the women laughed.

	“Mother bought it for me last year because she knows I like to dress nice every now and then.  I’ve worn this several times since then but this will be its first night out of the house with me wearing it,” she explained and Whisper nodded at the comment.

	“She says nice but she means sexy.  You should see her undies drawer.  You’d think she invented Marceline’s Secret with all that’s in there,” Whisper teased, making her daughter blush intensely.  “I tell you, it is not easy to buy her that sexy wear without at least five people asking me if I’m getting them for when I grow up.”  She wrinkled her nose then and shook her head.

	“Trust me. You’re sexy as hell and they’re just too stupid to see it,” Matthew assured the loli but she huffed cutely and wouldn’t hear it.  He smiled to the two of them then gestured towards the door.  “Let’s get going.  I made reservations and we need to be there soon or they’ll get pissy,” he told them and watched as they stood.

	“I’m sitting in the back,” Whisper announced as she climbed in the car and buckled herself in the middle of the back seat, making him laugh softly.

	“I guess you’re sitting up front with me, then huh, Sammie?” he said with a grin and she blushed faintly as he lead her around to her door by her arm looped through his.  She clung to him, a bit tense as she pressed against his arm, and he gently rubbed her hand as he led the way.  He opened the door for her and helped her in before closing it and going around to his side, getting in quick so he could turn the car on and get the heater started.  Both women wore light coats but it was cold out and downright rude for him to keep them waiting too long for the car to heat up.

	They chatted softly about the restaurant and about his work on the way to The Red Tomato and at some point Matthew’s right hand had found its way to rest on Sammie’s thigh, rubbing gently to soothe her.  He could tell she was nervous and a bit scared to be going so far away from the house that was the only world she knew.  At some point while driving on the dark highway, her left hand had covered his hand and led it inside her dress through the slit in her dress, slowly drawing it up.  He glanced over at her with a quirk of his brow then looked in the rearview mirror to see Whisper watching them with a mischievous glint in her eye.

	He held her gaze a second before turning his gaze back to the road, his heart thumping in his chest but skipping a beat entirely when Sammie brought his hand all the way up to the apex of her thighs, letting him feel the heat of her sex through her thin and very lacy panties.  He gulped a little and tried to focus on driving as she urged him to rub her, and soon he was rubbing her on his own as she took her hand away.  She was panting quietly, sounds he could barely hear over the heater blowing.

	Just as he was pulling the crotch of her panties aside to touch her without the thin fabric in the way, Whisper commented from the back, “That’s our exit, right?”  His gaze snapped back into focus and just as he slid a fingertip inside Sammie, he took the exit, surprising himself at his ability to multi-task.  “You may want to stop now or Sammie is going to have a severe case of wet panties all throughout dinner,” she commented again and Matthew gave a soft, surprised laugh.

	“Okay okay,” he told her before pulling his hand away, Sammie’s loud whimper at the removal of his finger making Whisper giggle.  He brought his hand over to his mouth, Sammie’s scent coming off the juices that dampened it strong enough to make his cock throb even harder than it already was.  He’d just started to lick the juices off when Whisper giggled again, making him nearly bite his finger off.  Damn it!  It was like his dick had direct control over him today.  With a soft huff, he planted both hands firmly on the steering wheel and focused on getting them to the restaurant.

	They arrived without a hitch and five minutes early, so they took their time entering.  Sammie once again clung to his arm though now in even more nervous way, the air full of sounds and smells she wasn’t used to, her anxiety almost palpable.  He stopped after a few steps and gently hugged her and kissed her cheek, whispering soothing words to her that had her relax briefly but as soon as they started walking again, she was downright trembling.  Whisper was watching Sammie with concerned eyes as she held onto Matthew’s other hand, looking up at him with a look that said this was a really bad idea.  He couldn’t agree more but they were here and it wouldn’t do anyone any good to turn around now, he decided as he led them into the restaurant.

	Inside, it was all Matt could do not to laugh on the outside when the waitress asked if they’d need a booster seat for Whisper, clearly mistaking Whisper as being the daughter of Matt and Sammie.  “No no. It's fine.  She’s old enough to not need a booster seat, trust me,” he told the woman while Whisper quietly fumed, her cheeks a bright red though not from embarrassment.  She stared daggers at the woman as they were lead to their table.  It was a corner booth and big enough for a family of eight but had high backed walls separating them from the nearby booths, giving them a lot of privacy.

	When they sat, Sammie sat to his right while Whisper sat to his left.  It was so nice inside the restaurant, the scent of Italian food in the air and the warm lighting made everything so lovely.  When the waiter came up and suggested wine for Matthew and his wife, Matthew blinked a few times then looked over at Sammie, who the waiter was clearly referring too.  “Um... No thanks, my wife isn’t much of a drinker and I’m the one driving tonight.  Just water, if you would,” he told the man. “And a glass of milk for her,” he added with a gesture towards Whisper.  He didn’t even flinch when she elbowed him the second the waiter looked away.

	“Do not encourage them!” she hissed quietly and he chuckled softly.

	“Whisper, love, what am I supposed to say?  This isn’t my daughter but my girlfriend? Oh don’t worry; she’s much older than she looks? Oh wait- why are you calling the police! No officer, I didn’t rape the girl! She’s a woman! Aaaaaah~” he whispered softly to her, making her blush from ear to ear and pout so fucking adorably.  “This way we can have a quiet, romantic dinner just the three of us, without someone asking questions or calling the cops,” he explained before looking over at Sammie, “Sorry for roping you in to being my wife.”

	She shifted a little, still clinging to his arm and whispered back, “It’s okay.  It would look weird otherwise.  It’s so... different here. I feel nervous just being here.  I don’t think I could stand it unless I cling to you like this… So I should be the one apologizing for being a scare-dy cat.”

	He chuckled softly and looked over at whisper as she scooted closer to him and leaned against his side when he put his arm around her.  “I’m going to pay you back for treating me like a little girl, you know that right?” the wicked glare she gave him was both childish and funny as hell coming from her face but he loved her all the more for it.

	“You can pay me back anyway you like, Hun,” he whispered to her and smiled, raising his gaze when the waiter brought them their drinks.  He stayed quiet while they sat there then he pulled his arm off Whisper to pick up his glass, taking a sip of his water, not realizing until the liquid chilled him all the way to the core just how dehydrated he was.  “Oh man.  That hit the spot,” he whispered softly before glancing sharply at Whisper as she shifted and sat down on his lap, leaning back against his chest.  “What, pray tell, are you doing, little girl?” he teased quietly and she smiled innocently up at him.

	“I just wanted to sit in papa’s lap for a bit,” she replied with big kitten eyes and he mentally kicked himself, knowing what the hell she was up to instantly.  How could he not know when she’d shown him she wasn’t wearing panties?

	“Don’t you dare,” he whispered in a quiet voice, “We’re in public.”

	“That didn’t stop you from fucking me in the park on the trail, or in my car, or in the bathroom of Hallin’s Place,” she whispered back, making Sammie gasp quietly.  “Oh yeah, he loves public fun, don’t you ‘papa’?”  Her grin was so wicked and her words so devilish that it would have been a sin if he hadn’t gotten hard beneath her.  Damn it.

	“Behave!” he hissed quietly when the waiter came back.  He looked at the menu quickly and ordered a chicken dish for Sammie that was both light and tasty, and an order of mushroom ravioli for himself.  Whisper ordered a salad with vinaigrette.  “Is that going to be enough?” he asked her and bout damn kicked himself when she replied.

	“Oh yes, Papa! I’m not that hungry,” she said in a cutesy voice that went well with her voice’s natural chime-like tone.

	He smiled and said through his teeth, “Well don’t complain later about being hungry then.”  When he looked up at the waiter, the waiter had the most pitying look, like he understood what it was like to have kids.  That dumbfounded Matt enough to not even notice that Whisper was wriggling in his lap against his hard cock, but the second the waiter was gone, Whisper leaned back against him and reached under herself, quickly unfastening his slacks.  There was no sound as she drew the material away and pulled out his hard cock, quickly sitting on his length, her skirt completely hiding this.

	He gasped a quiet breath and glared at the top of her head for a second before looking over at Sammie when she kissed his cheek.  When he looked at her, the tips of their noses touched then she leaned in and kissed him, surprising him.  The purpose of the kiss though, as it turned out, was to muffle his moan when Whisper took him inside her tight wet cunny, wiggling until he was stuffed fully in her little cunny.  “Did you two plan this?” he whispered in surprise, his voice breathless.

	“Maybe,” Sammie said quietly with a smile, “Well… just this part.  I was supposed to give you a hand job under the table first to get you worked up but it looks like Mother jumped the gun.”

	“Don’t whine so much, Sammie.  You’ll get to have your fun when we get home,” Whisper commented softly before grinning at her while wriggling her hips on his lap, her cunny clenching and working around his cock.  Though Sammie couldn’t see, she seemed to know what was happening and briefly stuck her tongue out at her mother.

	Matthew could only pray to any god watching that he wouldn’t moan too loud or anything that would give them away.  He did not want to go to jail for fucking his perfectly legal girlfriend in a very public restaurant.  Whisper continued to wriggle and rock on his lap oh so slightly, just enough to keep him rock hard but not enough to get him off.  How the hell he kept a straight face when the waiter came with their food, he had no clue, but soon enough the guy left them alone and matt was flexing his ass to thrust up into Whisper just a bit.

	“Mmm… This is delicious!” Sammie commented after hesitantly taking a bit of her chicken.  It had been a sight to see, the way she carefully poked at her plate and food until she found it then trying to cut it with just one hand before bringing the piece up to her lips.

	“You can use both hands, you know,” he told her, his voice husky, but she just shook her head and pressed more against his arm, her supple breast a delightful feel.

	“Eat papa! Your food is getting cold!” Whisper said in that damn cutesy voice, using this excuse to twist on his lap and bounce a little, damn near wringing a groan from him before he caught himself.

	“Oh-“ he coughed softly to clear his voice of all the sex that laced it, “Okay, sweetie pie.  Give papa a minute.”  He would so get her back for this.  He would so fucking get her back for this.  He picked up his fork and awkwardly stabbed a ravioli with his left hand but in trying to bring it to his mouth, it slipped off his fork back onto his plate.  “Damn it,” he muttered.

	“You eat right handed, right?” Sammie asked and he mentally kicked himself.

	“Yeah…”

	“Here, let me feed you,” she told him but he stopped her.

	“You’re more likely to stab me in the eye with that fork than get it in my mouth,” he told her and she blushed deeply.

	“I’ll do it then,” Whisper told them and stabbed a ravioli with her fork and twisted and bounced a little on his lap as she offered him the bite, smiling like the devil as she held the fork near his lips.  He accepted the bite and chewed, doing his best not to choke to death as she twisted back and rocked adamantly on his lap a few seconds before returning to being subtle.

	This happened two more times before finally he just couldn’t take it anymore and whispered quietly to his little loli girlfriend, “If you keep this up I’m going to go insane.  Please stop and let me eat.”  He was begging, he knew but what totally surprised him is when Whisper poked Sammie and the beautiful blind tiger turned to him and kissed him.  This was no small peck, her rough tongue found its way into his mouth and suddenly they were frenching for the first time.  While they did, whisper suddenly started rocking quick and furious on his cock.

	It was just enough to get him off, his moans drowned by the kiss as his cock throbbed inside Whisper, filling her little womb with his hot, sticky seed.  It seemed like he came forever, but soon enough the kiss ended and he panted quietly as Whisper stilled on his lap then stealthfully pulled off him, whisking a napkin under her skirt, to secretly wipe at the cum flooding from her cunny.  Sammie gave him a pleased smile and went back to eating her chicken and suddenly the waiter was there again, dropping off the check.  He obviously had no clue what had happened as he went about his way a second later.

	Matt looked from Sammie to Whisper then down at his lap just as Whisper ‘dropped’ her fork and gasped.  He looked over at her just as she shifted and dropped down, capturing his still exposed dick in her mouth, sucking and licking him clean before stuffing him into his pants and zipping him up.  When she came back up, she had her fork in her hand and smiled at him.  “Thanks for taking us out to dinner, Papa,” she said with a smile as she went back to finishing her salad.

	“I hate you so much, you know that right?” he whispered to her but she just grinned even wider.

	“I love you too, Papa,” she said with a grin then she got up, “I gotta go potty.  I’ll be right back.”  With that she went off and Matthew sighed.

	“Sammie?”

	“Yes?”

	“Switch sides, please? I’m starving,” he whispered and she nodded, looking very nervous.  Rather than have her stand and go around the table, he took his arm away, took her by the hips and switched places with her by passing her over his lap.  It wasn’t easy, he wasn’t exactly strong and she wasn’t exactly whisper’s weight, but it happened and she was blushing furiously when he set her down just before switching her and Whisper’s plates so she could keep eating.  With his right hand finally free, he dug into his food with gusto then quickly got out his wallet and put his card in the little leather folder for the bill.  The waiter returned just after Whisper rejoined them, sitting at his right now and being much more behaved.

	“It wasn’t easy cleaning up after that,” she commented quietly, “You came so much.  Did it turn you on, Papa?”

	“I’m going to give you a spanking when we get home, little missy,” he growled quietly to her and she winked at him.

	“Oh Papa~ I’ve been so bad~” she waggled her brows then grinned at the waiter when he brought back Matt’s card, making him realize he hadn’t seen the man take it.  He prayed the man hadn’t caught any of that interaction as he led the two most important women of his life out of the restaurant…