He wasn't a member of the club so he parked the family car near the local pub outside the grounds. I went into battle on foot with in my head the inte...view with the club secretary entirely planned out. Nothing was left to chance, so I thought. She was one of the new generation of top business women who were pushing themselves through to such demanding jobs like hers. In the national golf trade magazine she was already tipped to go all the way. Through the masculine hierachy of the golf world. “Not that I know of. They’re tough bastards!” John said worriedly.“Ok. Same as before? Try and surprise them with a counter attack?” she asked quickly.The elevator chimed and they burst through the door as soon as it swished open, giving them a clear view of the airlock as it suddenly spiralled open. Bulky armoured invaders began to step through the yawning portal, their deep voiced roars echoing up the corridor.Take the one on the left! John thought as he dived through the elevator door and. My hands move up to your breasts and play with you nipples as I suck on your clit.“MMMMM I know.” You moan.I get to my feet and move towards you. My cock hanging out I grab it and your head. I start to move it forward as I say "Here suck on this maybe it will help keep you quiet till they move on." I feel the head of my cock move along your lips as I step closer.“MMMM yum” You say.I fight not to let out a moan as my cock brushes past you lips and I feel your tongue play along the underside of. ’ John’s eyes misted as he recalled his younger, slimmer self. ‘Yeah, I can see myself driving it. My bucket may not fit in the bucket seat, though, ha!’ He patted the stomach bulging under the shirt. ‘I don’t know what kind of shape it’s in. Not too bad, doesn’t get driven, just kinda sits there gathering dust. It’s in Philly.’ ‘Let me restore it. I’ll give you a good rate, and you can see the work every day. We’ll put it in the front window. You can see how BuchaRestorations will draw.