Just like their wedding. White and red roses, her bouquet smelt sweet, her dress was pretty, he had watched her walk up the aisle a look of love in hi... eyes, her heart filled with happiness. ‘I’m leaving you……’ He played golf each Saturday and Sunday. Gone all day, leaving her to sit in the big house, the tidy house, the silent house, the pristine house. All alone. ‘I’m leaving you……’ He had met the woman there. At the club. She played golf. She was young, he had told her that she was young,. As he did so, he continued to move his hands around and around the swollen mounds. At last his lips found the pebble-hard point of one of her erect nipples and he began to suck it right through the material. The flannel quickly became wet and stuck to her tit, outlining the erect bud of her big nipple. He bit gently at it through the wet cloth.Now he moved his hands slowly down across the flannel-clad contour of her flat abdomen, moving his fingertips back and forth as he went. Then, at the. "Hello, Robinson." Hi, Junior," Missy said quickly, flashing a look of fear towards me. "I thought you were going to be at the lake tonight." Well, I was until I heard that my girlfriend was out on a date." Date? I'm just had dinner with a friend, Junior. It was not a date! I'm not going to sit around my house and pine for you. If you don't want to spend the time with me, I will find someone who does."I couldn't believe anyone could move as fast as Junior did. His hand whipped around and. Her soft smile said everything that needed to be said. I allowed my gaze to gently caress her body watching her nipples harden against the soft silk. Her lips parted as her tongue flicked out to moisten them, She squirmed slightly in her seat, a tiny smile played across her beautiful lips. We ate our dinner slowly, relishing each others’ gaze. The open adoration, the total love that glowed like an ember, waiting patiently to explode into passion at a moments’ notice. "Le Escargot, Monsieur e'.