Simon cut a morsel of meat, dipped it in the mushroom gravy and put it in his mouth, savoring the delicious food. Maybe it's true that usually people who love food are the ones that enjoy sex more, too. He knew he read it somewhere reliable, not on the web.<br/><br/>Eating slowly, he watched Phill and Kate. He was looking focused and wickedly amused. Good, very good. He was starting to really enjoy himself in that kinky situation. His more creative sexual side was stimulated and waking up. His good friend has that light in his eyes, like when he helped him in designing devices to torment Devon. But this time, Phill himself was the villain, and not just a special effects technician. Simon was sure that he was doing a good job under the table, at least by what he saw on Kate's face.<br/><br/>Oh, Kate... Right now she was one of the sexiest sights he had the pleasure to watch in his life. Her unsteady voice was the perfect match for her flushed cheeks, her heavy breath and her sexy way of biting her lips. Yes, Phillup was doing a good, good job. Simon had to restrain himself: he craved so much joining the fun, one way or another. But this wasn't his moment. He could easily break the delicate balance between pleasure and embarrassment and end up ruining everything. So he waited, vaguely smiling at Kate, to make her know that he was aware of what was going on. And at the same time, ready to make a move if something went amiss. The game had to go on until his perfect conclusion.<br/><br/>"Mmh, this is amazing, just delicious..." Was he commenting his fillet, or something else?