I hated that nervous feeling of knowing it's time to make a move and deciding whether to puss out or not because I feared rejection.Why does this happ...en to me? In this situation, why would I be so hesitant to walk over to her and start a conversation? I mean she was the one who was staring at me to begin with so that already told me subconsciously that my shot at her was more than a 50/50. Like usual I puss out and look away nervously, while at the same time becoming angry with myself. Here was. He cupped one of my breasts in his hands and looked around the living room."Oh God Ricardo, that feels so good."Ricardo smiled, and gave my breast a good squeeze. "Where's your husband?"I could lie, and tell Ricardo he wasn't here. That would be the easy thing to do. That would be the safe thing to do. But I had to know how he would react to the truth."He's in the bedroom closet. Gagged and locked in chains. He'll hear everything we do in the bedroom, but he won't see anything."Ricardo. " Just watch." She instructed me.I sat on the edge of the bed as she stripped down and grabbed the two cocked shaped vibrators, the bullet vibrator, and some lube from her nightstand."Hold on," She said, "I need to clean them."She disappeared into the bathroom to wash them, returned, and hopped on the bed. I watched as she placed a pillow on the bed, d****d a towel over it, and then lubed up the 2-inch thick toy. She sat down on it on the pillow, easily engulfing the big toy nearly all the way. She had been doing so quite happily for a number of years but now she was in the 6th form she had noticed that the new driver was looking at her strangely. It wasn't difficult to understand why, gone was the gangling child and suddenly she had developed into a very attractive curvy girl. It was not only the bus driver she noticed looking at her, but lots of other men were openly leering at her now.Today was very hot and the drive back home was long and dusty. At about 6 miles from home she.