Our usual "schedule" was Saturday night, plus one other night during the week, depending on circumstances. That other night had come to be, by default...I guess, Wednesday.That night, after we had showered and climbed in bed, Sandie wasted no time in again bringing up the subject that had never left my mind since our conversation a few hours ago. She shocked me by saying, with no preliminaries, "I want you to sleep in the nude from now on. It'll make it easier to get you turned on when I come. She had thought about it but asked if she could hang with me for a few days. I had no problem with that as long as she knew of my plans. "I would love to go camping with you. As long as you aren't an axe murderer or something." she said when I informed her."Nope. But I am a new father." We sat and talked for a while. We filled each other in on aspects of our lives. We were chatting merrily along when my cell rang. Usually I check the caller ID before I answer, for some reason I didn't and I. "Here we go."Her arms were too rigid and so we barely hit the ball. I retrieved the ball and got in the same position as before."Just relax," I said. "Let me do it all."With an easy motion, we made the putt."Yes!" she said excitedly."There you go! Let's do it again."She relaxed again and once more we made the putt. We did that a couple of times and each time had the best results."This time you swing too," I said. "We'll try to do it together."The hit was too hard and off-line. For the next ten. She enjoyed the pleasure of his warm hands caressing and teasing her breasts. She sat up a little straighter and mewled as his member pulled hard forward against the inside of her belly. Balance eluded her and she swayed slightly. He placed his hands over her breasts and she leaned into his support, moaning with bliss. Slowly, she rotated her hips, gyrating softly, pressing her rose against his pubis, never altering the depth to which he penetrated her. It was, he thought, one of the miracles.