They thought it was cute that we were on our second honeymoon in our young marriage. We marvelled at the beauty of the Swiss Alps and the rugged beaut... of the mountains and green valleys.Being nosy, I’d peer out the front window of our bus and cringe. With so many streets very narrow, I expected the driver to sideswipe a building or an oncoming car. Our tour took us to Innsbruck, Austria, site of the 1976 Winter Olympic Games. Donna and I tried to meet all the other passengers, enjoying their. I sucked in my breath and held it. In it went, ever so slowly, gentle strokes, in and out.When they hit that spot, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I shouted, "Fuck my ass hard!"And Smiling Eyes found the rhythm. Spanking my ass, hitting my spot, stroking my ass, hitting my spot, squeezing my ass, hitting my spot. I was all delightful squeals and shouts. "Yes! Fuck! Shit! Damn! Oh ... my ... goodness."Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, drowning me with delight, so much so that I lost. "There isn't a boy on earth who wouldn't want this body," she thought. She was tall and curvy, five foot eight with dark, wavy hair cut at her shoulders. Her breasts were full and plump, with long, dark nipples pointing slightly upward. Thin but not skinny, her tummy, hips, and butt were softly padded but tight.Her gaze then went to her nose, which she had always thought was too big. But as she looked, she realized that it fit her face perfectly, framed by her green eyes, wide mouth and full. She really was amazing. She could mix half a dozen drinks all at the same time, and have them in the hands of the patrons or the waitresses remarkably quickly, all with a smile. Each customer, as I had noticed before, got a quick word as Jess went past. Most got a smile, some a touch on the hand, one or two a wink. It was obvious that everyone there adored her. And while a lot of the customers were men, the women who were there seemed to love her too. It wasn’t just that she was good looking..