Chris unlocked the front door, as the kids ran in front of him, yelling "Mommmmmmy" as they raced into the kitchen, each hugging one of her legs as she stood over the stove finishing the final preparations of dinner.  Calling out from the hallway, "MMMM, Dinner Smells Delicious!" Chris tossed his keys on the table, kicked off his shoes by the door and rubbed his stomach.  He was already hungry and the delightful aromas brewing in the kitchen made his stomach growl even more.<br/><br/>Dinner definitely hit the spot, as Chris helped with the dishes while the kids played on their tablets and watched tv, until bedtime.  Once they were fast asleep, Chris showered, and changed into his usual shorts and T-shirt for bed.  He tossed his clothes into the hamper, noticing Trish's jeans lying on top, with a small stain on the waistband.<em>"Probably food or a sauce from dinner"</em>he thought to himself.<br/><br/>Crawling into bed, he teased Trish when she let out a muffled yawn.  "Hun, you tired all ready?  Thought we'd stay up and watch T.V.  Maybe fool around a bit?" he raised his eyebrows suggestively as he leaned over and kissed her soft somewhat salty lips and placed his hand on her warm thigh below the covers.<br/><br/>