I found the dress during my first visit toan independent upmarket dress shop in the high street. It was owned bytwo wives of well-off bankers and was ...ore of a hobby for them to pursuetheir interests in good quality fashion for us mature ladies. I was soimpressed I thought I might visit them again.Before I could answer Dot, the doorbell rang again. She opened the doorand hugged a girl, who I took to be Andrea, then a man and a woman, theparents, but with less passion, and then a boy, Simon. She. ” “This, I’ve got to see?” Ed said with a laugh. We were on the first tee, and from a distance saw a young woman begin hitting balls about ten minutes before our tee time. Could not see her that well, or see where the balls she hit landed. When she walked towards the first tee, with her caddie, Bill let out a low whistle. “Whew, this gal is stacked.” Then, I recognized her. Stumbling on the words, I said. “Damn, that is Kelly Morgan. The Kelly Morgan that plays on the Ladies Professional Golf. After a while I heard a sound & looked behind & noticed the bedroom door was slightly ajar.I decided to go over & surprise him.He'd do it to me.I crept over quietly to the doorway when I looked in he was standing there wearing an emerald green satin blouse & a lovely black satin pleated skirt just to below the knee.He didn't notice me.Next he reached to the hem of the skirt to straighten it & I could see a white satin petticoat or slip type garment underneath like the type ladies wore in the. Although all this got me off plenty, there was one thing I always realized that could probably make it better - not being in control of it. Echos of the fantasies I had had of being fucked without control, combined with the fact that the pulses and the pounding of the dildo always suffered from being expected, because I was the one doing it to myself. It seemed clear that either a fucking machine, or an actual other person, was required to reach that next level of intensity. But that never.