This was one of the first times with my wife(#2..hehe).She drove a mid 70's Pontiac Ventura(V8,automatic trans.).It was in the spring of 1981,a sunny Sunday afternoon and she wanted to take a ride to the local lake.She wanted to use her car,since it hadn't been driven for a couple days.She was wearing jeans,sheer black nylons(toes painted bright red), and 3" Candies slides.We get into the car and my eyes focus on her sexy foot on the gas pedal.She pumped the pedal six times,then turned the key...errrr,errr,errrr,errrr.She turned the key off and dry pumped the gas pedal another six times.She turned the key on and lightly feathered the gas pedal as herb engine cranked but gave no hint of starting.She gave me a slightly embarrassed smile and said her car takes awhile to start after it's been sitting a few days.(BOING!!!!).Again she dry pumped it six times,then tried it again...errrr,errrr,errrr,sput,sput,errrr,errrr.Now came the best part for me.She slipped her hh slide off,stating,"I want to be careful not to flood it"Now her sexy nylon toes dry pump the gas pedal again before she turns the key and lightly keeps pumping the pedal as the engine cranks...errrr,errrr,errrrr,errrrr,sput,sput,errrr.The teasing engine gave her hope so she began pumping faster.Her red,nylon encased toes were spreading with each pump of the gas pedal and the bouncing began.The engine kept giving that teasing,flooded sound as she pumped the pedal and bounced on the seat.She was very determined and held the key for some nice long cranks...errrr,errrrr,errrr,sputtt,sputttt,errrr.Softly she wispered"come on,come on."She was really pumping hard and fast and bouncing on the seat,trying to get it to catch.Her little toe was spread wide,hanging off the side of the gas pedal.As I watched her toes pumping,It almost seemed that her toe was waving at me as it moved up and down with each pump of the pedal.She must have tried starting her car for 15 min. but without realizing it,had only managed to totally flood it.(Man was I in my glory!!!).Finally after resting for a few minutes,while I was massaging her right foot,she was ready to try again.I told her to hold the gas pedal to the floor and try.She pulled herself forward on the seat,pressed the gas pedal to the floor and turned the key.I couldn't believe how wide her toes were spread!The engine cranked for about 15 seconds and started to clear out,sounding like it was trying to run on half the cylinders.Well that was her cue to pump the pedal as fast as her size 8 would move,just flooding it again...Iwatched her go at it for a good half hour before she finally got it started....I knew I had to marry her at that moment(hehehe).We've been married 25 yrs. now and she still enjoys putting on a pumping show for me.As soon as she enters the car now,weather driving or a passenger,she still removes her shoes...I'll post more as time allows...believe me there are alot in my memory bank.