I sat up, grabbed hold of the towel above me, dried my hands and opened the letter. Yep, there it was blah, blah, blah, blah. Then I saw the postscrip.... PS. "When I get home I expect to find you just the way I left you F.F."Looking at that I had to ask myself why the initials? "Why not just say it?" Why the mind game. Was it really "Freshly Fucked" like Peter said or was it what I had been thinking all along, "Feeling Fine?" Was it something that he could not say to me? Maybe he does mean,. She granted consent by not pulling away from me. Actually more than consent, there was an enthusiasm in her unyielding pressure against me. With my back toward the other commuters I was emboldened in my confidence that I was undetected. I slowly moved the hand of my encircling arm up to her breast, tracing her contours before stroking the deliciously soft flesh overflowing her bra through her blouse with my fingertips. Suddenly yet predictably she tried to turn. I did not know if it would have. I wish I had sound, for my wife was acting mighty reluctant and I couldn't tell what was being said. This was not at all what I had expected to see. Her boss, Matt Cooper, had disrobed already and was slowly taking my wife's clothes off. I still wasn't sure if she was acting coy or if she was being forced, albeit not given a choice in the matter. When she was down to her underwear, she picked up her handbag and rushed into the john.I immediately rang her cell number. "CeeCee, one question. Are. "Are you happy for me to fuck that one?" I guess," he said, and then responding to something in her voice and struggling to keep himself together. "Can I watch?"Julie burst out laughing."What?" said Adrian. "What did I do." We’re not be being very fair to you." He doesn’t have to know," he said. "I mean I could watch on film or something." That would be rather difficult," said Mary. "Not impossible I suppose," and she cracked up too.Julie pulled herself together."That one is you, Adrian. The.