"The guys in the back of the limo were very quiet on the way home, compared to how boisterous they were on the way out that morning. Vicki said, "I'm ...urprised that they walked the course. I could have done without that. Let's use carts next time."I told Vicki, "Unless something changes, the next time I go to the golf course will be for lessons. That will be very boring and not a lot of walking."Vicki laughed, "We both use the treadmill almost daily, and I hear from Donte that you like to run. I think I've found one'- she quickly relayed the story'Excellent'; came the reply from the other end; a ring of pleasure in the voice. The maid was instructed what to do.At the master fuse box, a slender hand with sharp and shiny painted nails pulled the fuse to number seven.He had just plugged his camera in to fully charge it, when the flashing indicator ceased; he leaned up and tried the room lights ... nothing. At reception he was greeted by the maid again.I'm so sorry sir, I've asked. I was not satisfied with that panty and she then tried me to show many of them. Suddenly the show on TV was about bikini, and I enquired whether you have such bikinis.In the mean time suddenly her hand touched my organ accidentally; she had a curious look at my bulging organ. Now she got almost tired, showing each and every piece she had. She again gave a curious look at my lund and asked what type of bra you want ? I gave a look towards her huge breast and told the black bra which she wore was. ” I added.“She was the only person I ever loved, you know, like that. She was …”“… something else,” I finished off her sentence, knowing that we felt exactly the same about the slut, my Little Girl, Red’s lover.“There’s been no one else since,” the flame-haired girl added pensively.“There will be, in time,” I offered paternal words of wisdom.“Did you ever hear from her folks?” I asked.She slowly shook her head. “I never made contact. Why would I. What was the point?”She was right of course,.