My gosh. Okay. Let’s go for a ride first. Come on.” “Really? Right now? Not later?” “Hey Captain America, can you just shut the fuck up and ...et in the damn car?” “Wow. That was mean.” She threw me the keys and began laughing as she slipped into the passenger seat. I sighed before sliding into the drivers seat and bringing the car to life. It sounded… different… I watched her put on her seatbelt with a smug grin on her face. “Anytime playboy. Come on.” I put the car into first gear and eased out. Then she turned back to me, leaned forward, and kissed me softly on the cheek."I am very sorry to hear that. It does not seem fair to me, really, that you ... are in this position."She squeezed her hand on my bare thigh and kissed me softly again. "I need to think on this ... this problem. Perhaps there is a way ... something to be done ..."Her eyes looked deeply into mine, and then she pulled away and stood up. I stood to join her, and she surprised me by pushing up closely against me in a. We thought of teasing them and she started to move her hands over her thighs and slowly inserted hand inside her skirt and started to touch her Pussy. The way old men and teenagers were ogling my wife was a real scene. Like a dog dribbling saliva. We felt soo excited and completed out journey. Next time we thought of the same journey in a bus. Usually the bus will be crowded too much in this route. My wife wore a skinny jeans and a sleeveless banian material top which revealed her armpit and. Barbra had never been there. Why not, she thought, and she booted her laptop to find out. The next morning she packed her suitcase. She leisurely had some coffee, and a friend drove her to the station. She took a fast train to London, a slower one to Brockenhurst and then on to Lymington Pier. When she arrived at Lymington dusk was settling over the trees, and the quayside, where the cars were waiting for the ferry to arrive, took on a slightly eerie aspect, the way such places tend to do, even.