North, along the A-three ... seventy ... nine.” The voice was commanding, insistent even, and Brian obeyed without a second thought and even said �...Thanks, Betsey 3”.The voice was mechanical, the road numbers sounded curiously stilted, but Brian got used to the slight idiosyncrasies and in time grew to love the voice. It was a warm definitely female voice, a little on the bossy side and sounded a little annoyed, like the parent of a wayward child whose patience was being tested, on the few. Jodie and Irene had not noticed. They were busy talking as they waited for Mrs. Emerson to tee off. Her ball landed short of the small hill that went across the fairway. Irene's shot went over the top of the hill.The girls went to their ball as I stood at the top giving Mrs. Emerson a line of sight to the green. I then went back down, suggested a club. She hit the ball and seconds later, we heard the girls cheering. She had reached the green on this par five in two."Thank you Sean." Kissing my. With Charlie it was degrading and he made her feel used. With him it didn't stop with the visual violations. He started accidentally brushing against her--an arm brushing her tit or finding an excuse to squeeze past her in a tight place so his hand could brush against the curve of her shapely ass--nothing she could swear was on purpose, but it happened too often to be otherwise.Even that she could have handled, but she still shuddered when she flashed back to that night last summer.She had. They entered the front door on tip toe because he warned young Sally not to wake him up. In the sitting room, Linda was still submerged in the soapy water trying her best not to get her hair wet with out benefit of a shower cap lost in the last move.Her bare nipples peeked out above the surface and he saw the young girl staring at them like they were messengers of a carnal nature. Then, he saw her smile and he knew that she would fit right into their group without any difficulty.Linda asked.