Robin did hit send without confirming to him that they did. He would of course see the screen changing from Abigail's contact profile to call in progress. They did this in the hope that a call about to go through to his wife would make him think twice about what he did next. Whatever that would be though Robin knew that even if Abigail didn't pick up it would go to her voicemail and be recorded. This was something they had picked up back in Brooklyn when walking home alone after dark. Fortunately the call went through just in time for Xavier to declare just how deep his love was for his wife. That he loved her enough to let her go if that was what would make her happy. Now all they had to do was to keep him talking.<br/><br/>As they felt his arm slide around to their belly they smiled. It seemed that whatever malice had been on his mind when he circled and approached them was slowly turning to affection more than anything. They felt him press against their back, his crotch against their ass when he pulled them tighter, and there was no doubt that he was aroused.<br/>"I would never want to come between a woman and her man," they said and placed their free hand on his and first guided it upwards to give him a chance to grope their small breasts but only for a short while before guiding it down to their crotch where he would feel the warmth and moisture from their cunt through their spandex tights and the rolled up sock.<br/>"At least not emotionally. My intentions were to bring the two of you closer," they said and pressed against his hand allowing him to cup it over their crotch while at the same time pressing their ass against his crotch.<br/>"To ... I dunno ... a conductor between you two, perhaps even a translator of sorts to help you communicate better while ... ummm ... enjoying the both of you I suppose."<br/>They paused and in the dead quiet of the dark woods they could hear Abigail's voice faintly calling their name and asking if they were alright.