He is about the same size, a little younger, and has the same lousy sense of humor. We NEVER forego the chance to say "Watson, come here, I need you" ...o each other. Some things just never get old. I'm not one of them. To say he was shocked by my golf prowess would be putting it mildly, but enough alcohol eased the pain so that he could (sort of) function. It wasn't like I needed to know the exact distance to the hole. I could just keep hitting it until I was happy.Which also brings up my style. I looked at him as I just walked passed him. I sat on the bench, got my smartphone out of my sports bag I saw I had a message; it was from Emma.Emma: “Everything OK?”Me: “Everything is perfect, just working on my strategy.”Emma: “Good luck for the next race.”I looked up in the stands; mum and dad were smiling while Emma started waving at me at the same time blowing kisses. How much I wanted to go up in the stands to give her a big hug.The qualifying heats went on until 2 pm. By then all the. Her reaction to my overture had, I firmly believed, given me carte blanche to find other sexual partners. This led me to think of Julia, the latest of those sexual partners for which I hadn't been given carte blanche. It was a crying shame that Julia was a Millwall fan, as I was sure I could have built a relationship with her similar to that which I had enjoyed with Phillipa Goddard. In one way it was better I had discovered Julia's footballing allegiance when I did, before our affair became. They sucked on my nipples, getting them to rise and get hard. "Look Brit. Daddy gets hard nipples just like we do." They both chuckled staring at my pouting nips. Brit moved lower down. She was kissing my stomach,going down a little more each time. Lori straddled over my chest. Her long pubes tickling my chin. She lifted her body, planting her hairy twat right on my face. At the same time, I felt Brit's moist tongue lick across the top of my cock. Then I felt a warm feeling going all around my.