Gently he goes. To and fro, to and fro, slowly driving me insane. My thighs are so sensitive, and he knows it. I have to force myself not to moan out ...oud.I feel moisture saturate my knickers. The heat between my legs starts to rise, its tortuous rise. My need simmers unbearably, but I can't move, and I can't speak. I want to throw my head back and howl.He doesn't stop.Tears start to form in my eyes."I can't take this anymore," I whisper, not knowing what to say.His fingers press against my. It was only minutes later that the response came back with an email address. Tom selected six pictures of Amber to send and waited for a reply."Wow! You have really hot wife! Love the pictures thanks for sharing!" Said the responseTom was turned on that another man had seen his wife but it did not end his obsession. Instead he became more turned on and wondered what it would be like to have other men see her. Then he noticed another email."How about letting me write a sexy story about your wife. ” Then it hits her. “My sister is going to be home in half an hour,” she says, looking at the clock on the wall. She stands up on shaky legs. “Oh shit, my legs,” she moans, rubbing her knees. “My shit feels like someone just beat me with a hammer.“Last night was fun,” Priscilla says, smiling and ignoring her friend’s complaints. “I need to get my parents to let me have a dog.”“Worry about that later and help me clean up some of this cum,” Clarissa croaks. “It’s everywhere!”“You’re wound pretty. Let's find this ball and get it back in play. Play one shot at a time."After a short search they found his ball in the thinly wooded area. Dave actually had a decent shot back to the fairway. He chose his six-iron and hit it three-quarters because a tree behind him prevented a full swing. Dave managed to hit the ball back into the fairway but he was still well over two-hundred and twenty yards from the green on the long par-five.Phil hit a great three-wood for his second shot and was only fifty.