I stifle a laugh. Mercy? Me?I feel her heart pounding. She's sweating. I can almost smell her fear.Continuing to caress her left breast as we approach...our stop, I suddenly realize it’s the wrong stop. My hotel is actually much further. I guess we’ll enjoy our ride for another few minutes. At this point I realize I don’t need to hold on to the bus anymore – my sweet honey is holding on so I can put both my hands to work feeling her sweet young body.Holding her petite breast with my left hand,. I told him how I couldn’t wait to fuck him and he expressed the same feelings as he slid his finger in my pussy right there in my driveway. I wondered if any neighbors happened to watch this but I didn’t even much care at that point. Eric asked if I was really cool with this and I assured him that my awesome husband really gets off on watching me fuck other guys. Jim didn’t even show any reaction when Eric and I walked in with my lipstick smeared and it all over Eric’s lips. He was making us a. She was a horrible golfer but was convinced she could doit and she was becoming very frustrated with the whole game, but shestill kept trying. I was getting sick of her being so upset with itevery time we played. I was no great golfer either and did not intendto invest the time needed to master the game. I was happy with myhandicap of fifteen.We were playing a rather crowded course and got paired up with anothercouple. They were nice enough, but were sort of strange in the way theywere so. But once I saw her in person I was like, whoa!She would be 100x better if she left the d**gs and cigs alone. But oh well.I forgot how I introduced her to the fetish but I do remember I had to play it carefully. I think I mentioned how well I give foot massages and how much I loved doing them; that got her intrigued. I had no idea what her feet looked like--it was winter time. So I only had to assume--but I didn't dream negatively. Our first time meeting I was supposed to take her to see.