My husband stood there, inches from me watching this person touching his wife. The hands were soft and gentle. They caressed my every curve, feeling m... every inch. Each pass of his hand circling closer to my pussy. Finally his hands could feel my shaved pussy. I could now feel his naked, wet penis starting to grow along my naked back. He slid his fingers along my clit to test the waters. I quickly moved my hands down holding his arm along my stomach and holding it against my clit. He knew what. I was determined to chase Sanchez, but I had to fetch my horse first. That took another hour, so Sanchez had a decent lead on me. The terrain was mostly sand, so I had no doubt that I could track him, but I didn't know how long it would take, and I had to worry about an ambush.I decided that a few more minutes delay could not hurt anything, so I took time for lunch before I started chasing Sanchez. I was not worried about the other members of the gang. From the looks of their dash from the. I expected him to hook both sides and pull them down, but first he wanted to check. His right forefinger touched me in front, and walked down the front of the black satin, the panties he'd bought me, and insisted I wear. Then he cupped me in his hand, and I jumped. I knew what he was doing. He wanted to see how wet I was.I can't have disappointed him, because he squeezed me quickly, making me jump again, and then returned his hand to my side and pulled my panties down far enough that they slid. The gave me i20 for the day. I went back to my room, took shower, had a beer, wore a black shirt, black pant, black shoes with grey Blazer, put on my best perfume and drove to Vivant. Gave my car for Valet Parking and went to their restaurant.She hasn’t arrived yet but there was a table booked for us by my name, which she had informed me over text and I sat there. After some 15-20 minutes, she came and just a small glance of her interning into the main hall gave me goosebumps.I stood and.