Still, it wasn't far from the way she usually talked. "Tickyboo." I went to tickle her. "Ahh!" She jumped and scooted over toward me. She made...a point of pressing her boobies into me and looking up with those big hazel eyes before spinning so I could see the wonderful round babe buttocks wrapped lovingly by ripped denim cutoffs. Oo-wee. Now they were competing for my attention, exactly as I had planned. I don't think I even need for them to smoke my blend. I will admit I used a couple. Subtle things like buttoning my blouse as I enter the room to not so subtle such as wearing a tight white tee and rubbing ice on my nipples as he's walking up the walkway. All in good fun and trust me he did the same, I had seen many a raging hard on in his jeans and shorts.Wasn't always this way. The sex part that is, the flirting that was always there. Then recently we both went for what we each knew the other wanted and now we get it on most weeks. Anyway, his last afternoon visit I mention. This is the word of your husband.” My message clear I turned and left. Leaving the door open.I hope Abigail was right about this.Later in the evening I lay on my bed in the nude. I check the village website on my phone.Then there is a tentative knock on my door.I open it to find Josephine. Standing, nervous in all her naked glory.She looks as if she had been crying. Now I wasn’t so sure of the plan. Abigail said it would be good to give her most of the day to think about our evening together.In. And we both laughed! Aakash was always allowed to use our bath. And after we talked about the girls and the hot wife’s in town he took more time in the bath afterwards to make himself ready for bedtime. One day I found out why. I followed him to the bathroom and looked through the key hole. Aakash started the shower. And then he opened the box where we put the worn clothes. Sorry I don’t know the English word! He took two or three of my wife’s “dirty” panties from it and started to sniff them.