As I said, I was the reluctant participant. The other three were excited at the prospect. To tell the truth, so was I, but I was unwilling to admit it...to them.Nobody won the first hole. We all parred it. On the second hole, Jason had the longest putt, which he drained for a birdie. Trish and Mike two putted for pars. If I didn't make my four footer for a bird, Jason was going to be removing some clothing, including a piece of mine. I didn't want that to happen. It was a pressure putt, with a. Sarah and I had a little put aside. What I used I could restore. I didn’t know what to do, but I could hire someone. Yeah, it’s an old and a hackneyed idea; get a private investigator and find out. All I wanted was who this Shawn was and where he lived; it had to be the right Shawn, someone who’d made irregular trips to our area. It was probably some salesman, or some technician who had a territory. Any decent private investigator could get that for me. Meanwhile I had other fish to fry. I had. He was on the smallish side, with a dusky complexion and dark hair that was slicked back off his forehead. He was dressed in what Sally’s practiced eye saw was an expensive Italian suit in the $1,000 range. But what arrested Sally’s attention were the man’s eyes. She had always heard lawyers referred to as sharks, and the description fit this man, for he had the deadest, coldest eyes she’d ever seen. When Sally had been about 9, she had gone with her father to the pier in Santa Monica to buy. I love you, Xiara.’ When I heard those three words, I felt a little tinge of arousal hit me. I shifted a little better in his lap and then pushed him backwards on the bed. ‘I love you too, James.’ James flipped me over, now having me lying on my back and him on top of me. He spread my legs wide and crawled in between them. My pussy began to throb as the wetness began to pool. I began touching James anywhere, everywhere! I needed my contact fix from him. He bent over and began to grind his hard.