I told her to get dry and meet me downstairs,telling her to wear the outfit that I would lay out at the top of the stairs. What I left for her was a ...mall basket containing a pack of fifty clothespegs. I had a motive for the delaying tactics, I wanted to root around in thatovernight bag of hers, looking to see what she'd brought. She had excelledherself, leaving me plenty of choice. There were several outfits, nurse, maid,a set of leather underwear, a short latex dress. More interestingly,. Help her… The hottest, youngest piece of ass I’d seen on the golf course the last six months with the shortest skirt, tightest ass, and firmest breasts, in the most form fitting and braless tops EVER in the world! The perfect golf girl! She wanted me to help her with something . Like maybe put my sprung hard cock in her hot, wet, tight pussy! Help her like that?!Luckily what came out of my mouth was, “Uh, sure. How so?”Well, maybe not too lucky as that sounded as dumb as a stump but it was. I tilted my head slightly and glared at her, to let her know I wasn’t amused.“More importantly, you were shot in the spine. Well, not directly, but the bullet clipped your spine, and caused some pretty nasty damage. It also took a small chunk of one of your lungs. You were taken to the hospital, and thankfully Beth thought to call me and have me meet you there. I’m glad I was there in town closing up the old lab, and not here at the time. I got there just as you were being wheeled in. We. Her skirt has ridden up to show a nicely trimmed patch of pubic hair beneath his nose like a weird bushy moustache. The woman laughs and says something to the boy. The boy says something back (muffled). The woman clutches at her breasts, then his hair. He grabs her ass with both hands as she begins to moan. I paused the DVD there. The woman's face was frozen in an expression that you would expect an escaped mental patient to wear. "Well?" I asked. "What?" Erin responded. "Your ideas about.