A couple people glanced over, innocently assuming she’d hiccupped or something. Miranda smiled sheepishly. Then, she realized that the woman was staring at her intently, a faint, knowing smile on her lips. Miranda’s face flushed a deep shade of crimson, and her embarrassment deepened further when she realized she was grinding her hips slightly under the table in response to the vibrator still buzzing away in her pussy. She looked away, embarrassed. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all… Miranda pulled the small remote from a pocket on the outside of her purse where she’d stashed it again, but her still trembling fingers (now more a result of embarrassment than stimulation) betrayed her, and she fumbled, dropping the tiny remote on the floor. Making matters worse, as she moved to pick it up, her flip-flop slipped and sent the remote skittering across the floor, where it stopped just under the other woman’s chair. Miranda froze. Should she just leave? Go pick it up like it. .. But...” she sputtered until a light went on behind her eyes, and she launched herself into my arms.“Thank you, Daddy, thank you! Can we go sailing tomorrow?”“Daddy has to work tomorrow, but we’ll all go sailing Saturday.”“No, just you and me. Mommy can go sailing anytime.”“Okay, Isobet, just you and me. I’m sure Mommy can find something to do.”I thought she might be too excited to go to sleep, but maybe she was anxious to dream of sailing, because she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.Isobet was suspiciously quiet on Friday, but right at the crack of dawn Saturday she came bounding into our bedroom, bouncing on our bed.“Sailing, Daddy, sailing!” she said over and over, until I grabbed her and started tickling her.“Isobet, it’s too early, we have to have breakfast first...”Her face drooped.“ ... besides, the sailing center isn’t even open yet.”That seemed to satisfy her and she ran off.“Looks like you created a monster,” Jasmine said smiling.I could only shrug and went.
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