When we go outdoors, I ask her to always paint her toes and wear sandals (my favorite color, both in paint and sandals, is red). When I say men starin...g at her feet and looking at me with envy, it gives great pleasure. It was one of those days when we were out shopping. A man in the store was constantly looking at her feet. He came to me and we started chatting. After some pleasantries, he got to the point. "Your wife has got lovely feet", he said. "I know", I said. I could see that the guy has. After a few moments, I reached in and grabbed a pair of high heels I knew she liked and look fantastic on her. As she put those on, I grabbed up a black fitted raincoat that went down to her knees.She looked up and said, “What am I wearing underneath that?” I just smiled and she said, “I am not going out in public with just that raincoat on!” I walked over to her, staring her in the eyes the whole way. “You will do as I tell you, when I tell you, tonight.” She was standing there in her heels. I was careful to stay in the center of the road, because I knew those washboard bumps could be incredibly dangerous on two wheels.I was probably ten miles down the road when I topped a hill and saw them. I came to a stop behind the Land Cruiser and ran over to where Cheyenne and Stan were kneeling beside Frank. His Silverado was off the road and lying on its side a few feet away.I was filled with dread when I saw the blood all over Frank’s face and the front of his shirt. It looked like he’d. I placed my cock on the opening and looked at her, she nodded. If that, I gently pushed my penis in and it was quickly greeted with a warm, hot vagina. I pushed further in, even thought my cock at that time wasn’t that big, it still met resistance. Again I looked at her, she nodded for the second time. I pushed forward once again, this time with more force. Jessica screamed. I stopped. ‘keep going, I’m alright, god this feels so great’. I continued to thrust in and out. I could feel the pulse.