She’s not wet yet. I had to make it happen soon or the whole plan would have been wasted. I held her knees and bent them to the right angle and told...her to get comfortable. She struggled a bit but got it eventually. I told her to hold her club and address the ball. She did. I fixed her club position. And I told her to take a half-swing. She did it wrong I told her how to do it properly. “Your hips are supposed to stay fixed. Your upper body, your shoulder, should do the turning.” She tried. Her shorts and tank top were plastered to her and the white top had turned transparent, showing her pink patterned bra underneath. She wasn't as gifted in that department as her mother, but Kelli's breasts were a large b-cup and very nice and firm. Her nipples, which puffed out at the slightest provocation, showed through both her bra and tank, but she didn't cover up. It was only her dad there and she didn't think he would look at her like that, even though she had to admit she looked pretty. Remember a few months ago, if I had told you your biggest worry was being fucked, you’d have slapped my face if not worse” What he said made sense, so I finished my drink, heading home. Monday I arrived on time at Eric’s home, when I walked in, I just stood there looking at him. He was in an apron, nothing else on, his cock was hard, pushing his apron out in front. An evil grin on his face, “Thought you might like to see what a guys cock feels like. I love to have my shaft played with”I. "Going to celebrate with Ione," my mother grinned."No. It was just Lori. She sprained her ankle and is going to be laid up for a couple days and wanted some help with the math assignments. I won't be long." Mom looked down at my crotch, "Oh, I wouldn't say that." She chuckled and I went over and kissed her. "Well, looks like you and dad will have a few minutes to get frisky," and I did a little Groucho Marx with my eyebrows. I grabbed my math book and went out the back door. I took the shortcut.