How about you? That’s also a wedding band you have on.”“This is my husband’s week to go golfing with some of his friends who fly down and he m...ets in Orlando. They all meet there and play golf, sometimes doing thirty-six holes a day. It’s a boy’s week out so to speak and I try to do something to occupy my time when he does that. This is the second time I’ve taken this sort of trip and it’s been a nice thing to do. The bus does make a gambling stop and that is where we get one of the meals. We walked out with me watching our backs. Two men began to walk toward us.I stopped and turned to face them with Morgan between me and the door. “Gentlemen, we’re leaving. If someone tries to stop us, there will be problems.”One of them said, “Yeah, and they will be your problems.”I responded, “Possibly.“Morgan, back toward the door. Call 9-1-1 if they won’t let us out.”“You’ve got her mother. You’ll just have to be satisfied with her. Morgan is not available. We’re leaving.”I backed toward the. ” She protested feebly.“I know you know I have fancied you since we met this morning. I know you feel the same way.”“You shouldn’t say that.” “Why not? It’s true, isn’t it?”“You know I can’t answer that.” The sensual tone in her voice almost invited him to keep pressuring her.“Why not?”“Because……”I could feel her look over at me. “You’re as turned on as I am, aren’t you?” He pressed.“Yes.” She whispered seductively.My cock was dripping and heart was pounding so much I was sure they could hear. I walked back into the living room. She had the blanket wrapped around her shivering body, her head poked out the top. She had her hair braided in rows from her brow to the back of her neck, ending in small beads. She never undid them between her weekly salon visits. They took too much time to braid. They clacked as she shifted her head, turning to smile at me.“Here you go, honey.”She frowned at the cup. “What is this?” she asked, taking it. “It’s a lot.”“You’ll enjoy it,” I promised my.