My mother had 5 girls ranging from 4-10 when I was born.Dad's a VP at a large bank, and goes on business trips 4-5 times a year from a few days to wee...s, so I never had a steady father figure at home. While I was still in diapers my sisters would dress me like a girl or one of their dolls. As I got older everyone thought I was a girl.They would put frilly under pants on me, one of their dresses and a bonnet. Wheel me around the block like I was their baby sister. The women would say how. Of course there was no way I could go.Again we had a wait on the par three s*******nth tee and I went over to Gloria to tell her I wouldn’t be able to make dinner with them. She was understanding and handed me a business card with her contact info on it. She also told informed me she and the twins would be at my next tournament in Fort Worth and maybe we could all hook up there. I, of course, agreed.With the new distractions of the women, my back nine was still a solid three under par, for a. Just like any other couple they had their fights and disagreements, but they always seemed to work it out. They remained faithful to each other managed to keep the other one in some state of happiness. Unlike other couples, they had remained very affectionate still held hands when they would be out, always kissing and hugging every chance they got and yet still managed to keep things hot in the bedroom. She had her desires, most of which she had managed to keep hidden from him, and he had his,. It took his breath away. He stood for a moment gazing in awe and admiration. He felt like he had stepped into a Clarke Gable movie. He clenched his teeth, making sure his drooping jaw didn’t make another appearance. She smiled and giggled through a mocking bow, sweeping her hand and pointing to the stairs with the confidence and enthusiasm of an estate agent, her playful gesture a courteous invitation for a quick tour of the magnificent house. The gallery landing on the first-floor led to a.