She forced a friendly laugh herself when she processed Tara's statement. "Oh my god, could you imagine? You guys doing my prom makeup with your feet?"...Eliza's foot finally came away, and she lowered it with an exaggerated huff, as if she had just run a few laps, but she did not let her foot touch the carpet - a good makeup artist keeps their brushes ‘clean’, after all. "Don't get my hopes up, Becca!" She then looked at Tara, and scooted to the side with an unspoken 'your turn!'Tara held her. Of course they looked good all decked out and lining the routes when important visitors came.They didn’t want their own sailors and soldiers to do it for fear of failure so they hired it out to foreigners. The same as they hired out ninety percent of everything done in those countries for construction, house building and road building. Practically every household had foreign servants from China, Indonesia, Japan, and a variety of African countries.There was no one now other than JBG that would. I had no idea where we were going as I knew her house was in the next village, but we were heading off in the opposite direction. I sat back and relaxed, enjoying the sun and scenery as we cruised along the country roads when I felt Lisa’s hand touching my leg. She was squeezing my knee not to hard, or in a sexual manner, just gently caressing my right knee. I could feel my legs start to open and the air from the air con rush between them and caress my bare pussy. I had a weird feeling in the. And, before you ask, I am not a fat slob who is unlucky with women. I am what many have described as quite the eye candy. I am Six feet tall with washboard abs, a decent size dick, a killer sense of humor and a wife more beautiful than Ava Gardner. Yes, I have a wife. Now you know why this story is in the Loving Wives section of your favorite website.I discovered four years ago that my wife was stepping out on me. Why did she step out on me, you ask? I have no idea and to be brutally honest I.