<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Andrea “Andi” Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen counter <strong>Tags:</strong> The wife &amp; kids</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WxKmhkd.jpg)</div><br/>Chanel’s smile and nod are usual. What is unusual is the slight sultriness detected on those lips of hers. So like her mother’s. The question is inane and also usual and met with a polite response. One that was truthful, but bland. One that also had Andi making a little mental note to bring Chanel to the office this week and introduce her to a few of the modeling agents. She’d make the perfect centerfold.<br/><br/>Bring to the office and make sure big brother doesn’t tag along to be a bother.<br/><br/>Who in that moment chose to make his appearance and attitude known as always. Andi was even more aware now of the dance between them as he eased into her body for a seemingly innocent hug. Even though he was years younger, he still stood a head taller than the blonde lesbian mother. Especially when she was in flats. His broad chest enveloped her shoulders, just as that incessant, naughty cock of his pressed between her asscheeks.<br/><br/>Her fingers should not have been tightening on the edge of the counter. He’d shot a salvo over her bow with that move and she couldn’t find the thoughts to counter at the moment as he moved to place a kiss on her wife’s cheek.<br/><br/>Andi’s eyes flashed over her shoulder at him as she watched the man drag around her woman and then move out into the hallway. Presumably to make himself useful and grab the door which just rang, announcing the arrival of dinner.<br/><br/>A soft smirk from her lips followed the dark-haired teenager as he disappeared towards the front of the house. Her eyes moved back to her wife then, and Andi pushed closer to Charli. Who looked slightly perplexed at her son’s antics. Slipping behind her, tugging open the fridge and letting the blast of cool air spill over her skin, Andi tugs out a few cans of pop for the children and a bottle of white wine for the moms, setting the drinks on the counter by the plates Charli has gathered.<br/><br/>The cold has had an effect on her nipples, making them stand out against the thin fabric veiling them. Something she is sure will last until Reese walks back into the room carrying three steaming pizza boxes.<br/><br/>She points to her wife, making a turning motion with her index finger. “Fetch some glasses for us, will you darling? Be a dear about it now…” She said with a grin and a wink. The motion was familiar. Charli would know what Andi would want to see. That lovely stretch of her lithe body up to the higher reaches of the custom cabinets. The stretch that would cause her skirt to ride up just slightly. The movement allowing Andi a peek at the bottom curves of her wife’s rear end.<br/><br/>One she’d sampled thousands of times before.<br/><br/>Those intense eyes stay on her wife, even as she reaches for the wine bottle, unwrapping the foil from the cork.