Marilyn Haar<hr/><br/>Marilyn glanced at Stephan over her wine glass.  She had long ago dropped her sandal to the ground and had placed her foot against his thigh.  She let it slide up just a bit toward his crotch, teasing him with her toe.  They had long discussed this whole concept but had never acted on it before.  After the long dinner with good food, wine and conversation, she was feeling at ease.  SHe could easily spend time with anyone at the table.  Anyone at all...<br/><br/>