As to what that meant, however, I didn't have a clue.I looked around, wanting to see who was going to come claim this gorgeous machine. She sure wasn'... mine. There was no "TO MIKE" sticker on her. But no one else had made a move. And more surprisingly, there was no laughter. Some joke this was.I tried the driver's door handle. It was unlocked. I quickly shut the door again."What's taking you so long?" called a voice from alongside The Highway. One I recognized it as coming from the man who'd. Placing the vibrator against my clit, I immediately set it to the second-most powerful setting, too impatient to bother with letting my orgasm build for a while. I teased myself with his scarf, caressing my perky breasts with the fabric and dragging it along the length of my stomach, before balling it up and pressing it between my legs, to soak up my juices – a little treat for when Hubby returned! Desperate to come, I flicked the setting up a notch and held out for as long as I could, bucking. Before we knew it the place was closing. Julia and Cindi walked out together in earnest chatter as I followed. I handed the valet my ticket and he ran to grab our car. As the valet stepped out and I slid in, Cindi and Julia jumped in the back, still chatting away. Oh well I thought, I guess I’m dropping her off. As I began to pull away Cindi yelled“Derek Stop”I stopped and Cindi opened her door“Armando, come on”Armando was the valet. He jumped in with Cindi in the middle.“Let’s go home and have. While eating lunch, she asked me what I wanted to do today. I had no idea, so I asked her.Me: Why can’t we chill out with a movie and pizza tonight?With our AC doing a shitty job (most likely broken), we usually go out to eat and watch movies or shopping. Our living room is really clammy at nighttime because of the AC.Mom used to say, “We were never born with this kind of luxury, having AC. This house is all thanks to your dad! We won’t take this for granted. We should only buy a new AC if it.