Several of them were quite interesting, and you flirted outrageously with these select few. Your husband didn't mind because that's why you posted in... the first place, to spice up your relationship. And the flirting, the adoring fans, the teasing, the compliments – it was spicing things up. Your husband didn't object to sharing a little bit of you because in return, you were a little more provocative with him, you were a little more of a tease, you were just that much more sensual, just that. It was great from here too."Then she wiggled the tip of her middle fingertip and said, "I need to wash my hands and I need to clean Andy off too."I struggled to get up and leaned on Tracy for support as we made our way to the bathroom to clean up. I guessed she didn't have the confidence yet to navigate on her own, so I didn't mind the interruption to my savoring the afterglow.We made our way to the sink and Tracy did all the work. She turned on the water to wash her hands. That done, she. 'Well, maybe you can watch some Playboy tonight' my mother said with a smile, her eyes on the road.Andy jumped on this 'Really, you would let us watch some Playboy stuff tonight?'My mother was surprised by this, 'Actually, I was joking, but I suppose that would be OK'.This was greeted with cheering and whooping from the guys, while Sean and myself looked at each other. 'How will this end?' he whispered in my ear. I had no reply.After another 20 minutes in the car, the sexual tension was. Vickie begins to feel his braids out of curiosity in their style and texture. He immediately reaches to squeeze her busty booty, and he gets a very good hand full pulling the cheeks apart a little, just before she slaps him hard across his face, sending the hat flying off. His face and hers turn into a fierce stare; Vickie tries to keep her “boss hat” on with her reaction. Though, out of sight now from all the other workers, they both realise it’s all useless play acting, and they both give in.