Soon she started to get louder and more intense, I got a little concerned and moved over to the couch. I put my hand on hers, she jerked and looked at...me. “Are you okay Mom?” I asked looking at her. Her face was red and she looked down at herself. She moved her hand off her panties and closed her shirt. “I’m fine baby,” She said looking a little embarrassed. “I was, I was just giving myself a little massage honey.” She said smiling at me. I nodded and sat back on the other end of the couch. “Do. "Anyway, wear an over sized sweater please. Just in case there are families," Jeremy said."Gees Louise, that hurts my feelings. It cost a lot to look this cheap. To quote a famous singer," I said it with a smile as I lifted my coffee cup.When we first started racing I was beating the two of them by a block. In just three weeks they had managed to pull in the parking lot right behind me. People often remarked on the fact that we were a 'bad assed triker club'. I really wished they hadn't because. I draped a silk scarf around my neck to cover the other stamp of shame.By the time we had dragged ourselves downstairs, the hotel’s restaurant was closed so we walked into the city, hand in hand and enjoyed a delicious, rather late breakfast together in a cafe a short walk away. Pete positively glowed with happiness and pride throughout.The rest of the weekend passed in a blur of emotional turmoil which I did my best to hide from my husband, for whom my love and gratitude was genuine and. I watched as the towel fell over her eyes as she rubbed her hair with it and I take in the sight of her wobbling tits without her knowing I am watching her. As Lisa rubbed and stretched, little did she know what a show she was putting on as the bottom of her vest top rode up over her dark hairy bush as well.Her nipples were now on end with the rubbing and jostling they were receiving, and then she bent forward, pulled the towel from her hair, and started drying the ends. Her tits just hung down.