Frank’s big hand gently squeezing her boob felt so good and Lauren  moaned a little. But he was right. Secure dinner first, the night was long.<br/><br/>“You’re right,” she said but stayed on his lap “bring back extra biscuits for breakfast tomorrow. I’ll heat them up in the oven.”<br/><br/>She kissed him again, and again his hand cupped her breast and the other her behind. It was getting difficult to think of practical matters.