Sally's dark eyes flash back warmly, and invitingly, at Andi's coy response.  Her bee-stung lips curl at one corner, very slightly, and she flickers her gaze over her in reply, as if silently asking, 'what did you expect..?'<br/><br/>Not to be discouraged, she gently glides her fingertips along the inside of Andi's knee, hinting toward her thigh before returning to their original position.  She mouths words without voice, letting Andi alone see... 'did you like me?'<br/><br/>It is then that Cynthia moves... and Sally responds in turn... her long, pale-nailed fingers grip Andi's thigh firmly as the excitement of an anticipated arrival comes over her... she shifts slightly, stealing a faint peek, and from the brush of her thin, healthy shoulder against Andi's arm, she means for the other woman to do the same.<br/><br/>Her eyes widen, almost imperceptibly... black-lined whites showing the full diameter around her chestnut irises before she resumes her calm observation... hopefully, she doesn't have as clear a tell for excitement at a poker hand that she does at the sight of Cynthias lean, lovely body, and the momentary glimpse-- half-obscured by Jim's shoulders-- of two smooth, coffee-colored mounds of feminine flesh... knowing that peeking on Jim's dare might not be encouraged, she settles her jeans-clad bottom a bit more snugly into the chair and releases Andi's thigh... her fingertips trailing away slowly like reluctant youths from the ocean's sand.<br/><br/>She laughs lightly, playfully-- not mocking in the least, but rather mutually affected-- at Jim's response.  "I'll have whatever he's having, then... my manners are slipping as well."