‘Give me a call when you finish walking to your ball, would ya?’ Andre sneered and wagged his finger in Jason’s face as he passed by. ‘Just be...ause I ain’t got a short game doesn’t mean you’ve got me beat yet. And you’re just calling me Tiger because I’m black’ ‘Seems to be the only thing you two have in common.’ Jason sized up his own putt, reading the slope of the green as he listened to the crunch of Andre’s spikes fade away in the distance. He’d really put a licking on the ball. Rising, he. A second finger followed, then a third. Each finger in turn ran again and again across the short thick protrusion as Sondra's other hand left the keyboard and played a similar concerto on its twin.With slow, deliberate movements, she began to unbutton her blouse. With each open button, the view of Sondra's bosom grew larger and larger until she opened the blouse and the plentiful mounds fell free.Her aureole were almost two inches across and stood out as dark circles against her creamy white. ” She held my stare for a moment, the corners of her mouth twitching. Then she pulled up her legs, bent at the knees. Robert caught her thighs and pulled them backwards until they touched her chest. I wouldn’t have thought her to be this nimble. But then, she probably had constant practice. She gave a lewd display, though. Her pussy lips, dark and prominent between her pale thighs, were slightly parted, and her juices trickled down between her ass cheeks. “I want you,” she purred, “to stick. Our men, fiancees and husband, eachwent to shower, shave and change clothes. Mother described her plans forthe wedding in great detail as we waited. As a man, I would have beenbored with such details. As a woman, I found the detailed plans of mywedding to be very important to me.Tom had called and made reservations for us at one of the city's bestrestaurants. We left the house at seven o'clock. Good food, goodchampagne, good service and Tom being so attentive, made for a veryenjoyable evening..