What might be even worse is that by pulling my arm up there she has squirmed her body so that my aching stiff cock is almost pressing up against her n...ck.I pull and wiggle my hand just a little trying to free it without waking Anna up. She seems to be fairly well under by now. But the wiggling only serves to cause my hands to brush against those sweet mounds. I shake my head in frustration. I sit there for several seconds. I want to slide my hand over and cup a tit. I can just picture the feel. They moved closer and the second kiss was deeper and more ardent. His arms went round her and hers went round his neck. She made no movement to stop him as one hand came up to cup one breast, and then she realised that she now knew why she had worn a blouse and skirt, rather than a dress which would be much more difficult to take off gracefully. Subconsciously she had been waiting for this. It had been years since her husband died, and in that time no man had touched her; this David Ransome had. We were back thirty yards from the girls but in the middle of the fairway. We hit on the green, and again used my shot. The girls left it on the slope to the left of the green, and had to hit over a sand trap. We won the first hole, and Tim used that to inflict more mental anguish. He and I had fun. The girls won a few holes but we won the match when we were up five holes with four left to play.Tim said, "I had fun today. I think that I'll be going out for the golf team instead of getting. ”“Don’t use that word, Melanie!” I growled viscerally.“I used it for that exact reason. Think about what your mom would do in a similar situation. What she would have done if she had ANY proof you’d been with Elyse’s aunt.”“What the fuck is wrong with people?” I spat.“We’ve known plenty of people who are insanely prudish. One more piece of advice - if she does come back to the dojo, you have to stay away from her. Completely. Tell your karate master I said so.”“I doubt she’ll come back,” I.