” “I hope not,” she smiled. I laughed as I poured us a drink. I wanted her to be at ease so we just sipped Champaign and talked for a while....We talked about important things and not so important things. We made each other laugh, made each other think, basked in each other’s company. It was wonderful just to be together. And I loved the way she looked at me—as if to say “This is right.” Finally, the talk took an awkward pause. I looked in her eyes. She looked in mine. We kissed for the. I started working full-time at a local body repair shop and rented a house not far from my childhood home. About a year and a half later I met and subsequently married a hot little number that I still cater to today.That brings me to when I started bringing a “partner in crime.”Living just down the street, we were often over there having dinner or just visiting. My new wife and my stepmom would often trade clothes and go shopping together and that’s how this next bit started.One weekend, Dad. He then unleashed a tornado of pleasure upon her willing clit. She pulled his black hair into her lips, wanting more and getting what she asked for. The torrent of tasty juice seeping from the luscious kitty evoked a rush to his cock he could not refuse. Taylor grabbed his mighty rod and said “give it to me; I’ve waited a long time for you to be inside me.” He went in slow, penetrating the giant head into the eager pussy. As he made his way to the access tube, Taylor let out a scream of. I would loop all morning long, lugging two, sometimes three bags at a time, learning form and etiquette, watching every move the players made and the subtle swing changes needed to draw or fade that ornery white ball. Come afternoon I carried my own bag, playing as many holes as the daylight would permit, fine-tuning the stances and swing planes I had studied earlier that morning. The love affair had begun. Life was glorious. But before you go off thinking that this story is going to be about.