'Long time gone Jess. I remember you, you left without saying a word what, 6 years ago. How are you baby, married, k**s ?''I shouldn't have called, ... just didn't know anyone else that doesn't live near me, I'll not waste your time anymore'. And I began to take the receiver away from my ear.'Wait Jess, - hold on don't go. What's wrong, I know you didn't have my number but something is wrong if you have searched for it and me!''I just need to get away for a while, where no one knows me, I. A pillion pad is a small cushion about the size of a large, thick paperback book. Its a technical seat, and compresses to a thin, hard pad, about as comfy as that paperback.We finally arrived at the pretty part of the trip, and enjoyed the sights. We stopped at some of the tourist traps and bought some junk. We had a bite to eat. I bought a racoon hat. We stopped along the roadside and sat and talked. I visited a bush.After a couple hours of sightseeing, we turned around and headed home. The. ‘So. If it’s not common practice, and it’s not because of some misunderstanding about us,’ I draw that part out, indicating my doubt, ‘then what’s the story?’ ‘Jake,’ she says, looking at an elderly couple coming out of the restaurant and touching the swelling around her eye, ‘can we just get out of here? Please?’ ‘You’re not going to tell me?’ ‘Jake. Please. Drive.’ ‘Yeah. Sure.’ I put the car into drive and pull out of the parking lot. We ride for a time in silence. I’m boiling over with. I was standing in my kitchen with the hardest erection I could ever remember having had and she was stroking it through my shorts. I thought out to my wife in the bedroom that she was curious about what we were doing. She wanted to see us but not be seen and so she would peep around the door from the bedroom. No matter what she saw she wouldn’t look away nor would she advance she would just watch. I also thought to her that she was beginning to feel horny and that her body, if it needed.