There were only two ways to look at this. Either Anita had decided to give up on us becoming a couple, or else she was doing this to apply pressure in...an attempt to get me moving in the direction she wanted.As I stood out in my front yard watching her date's car heading off towards Barstow, neither way of looking at it provided me with any comfort. What did provide comfort is knowing I hadn't yet gotten started in making any personal commitments of my own towards her. I hadn't lost anything,. She moved up and down on my lap, picking up speed and grunting as she took my cock inside of her. I was sitting kind-of sideways on the seat and it was then that I noticed a man sitting in an SUV parked behind us. Because of our van's seats, he couldn't see much of us. But the way my wife was grinding on me, there wasn't any doubt as to what we were doing. My first instinct was to stop; this guy was definitely watching us. But he didn't seem upset by it. So, I figured what the hell. My wife was. She told me to stay right there and not move. She left the room and I was in awe as Her beautiful hair bounced with each step and Her sexy ass shook from side to side. I didn’t think I could get more excited but I was as She walked away. She disappeared into the other room. I heard Her open the refrigerator and get some ice. I figured She needed a drink. She came back with a zip lock bag full of ice. She said, ‘any real sissy should not have a little hard-on like that. Put this ice on it. " Do you?" she said."Yep," I replied through a mouth full of cookie.A little while later, I tried asking her another question."Where did you live before here?" I've always lived here," Fiona said."Always? Like in this house?" I asked, laughing.She looked at me, one eyebrow raised. "What are you so desperate to know about me, Henry?" Just trying to get to know you. I didn't even know your name before I ran over you and I've lived on this street my whole life."The sound of her laugh shocked me..