”“Nothing, my ass,” interjected Martin, our sales manager. “You cannot hit a hole in one then lose by ten strokes.” We were on our way home ...rom our weekly Saturday golf game to meet the wives at my house. I was driving and still very upset about what happened that morning. I also had to buy drinks at the nineteenth hole because of my hole in one and for my friends because I lost.“It was as if you played with a three wood up your ass,” continued Steve, the marketing manager.“You all played like. Susan suddenly asked if she could do it for me...Of course I invited her to pass the fence and sit down on a lounge chair close to me. Susan started gently jerking me off with her soft hand, until I could not last anymore and exploded in her fingers.It was a very intense orgasm; but she looked at my spent cock and declared we could not fuck now.She smiled, saying she had some toys we could use. Susan wanted me to do the same with her…She went back to his house and soon she came back, bringing a. It was the end of the year when we planned to shift our house, my relationship with her was quite good until that day. She had two children, elder one was one year younger than me. That day me along with my family had to go to my new house early in the morning for pooja, pooja lasted till 8 am and guests started arriving after that. While I was taking selfies outside my house I could see a woman wearing red saree with green blouse from very far, as she started approaching near I recognized it. "That's alright, I can wait." She pushed her long dark hair away from her face as she glanced down to look in her purse. Lyssa's a lovely woman, slim, about my height, with a girlish figure and a lightness of movement that always draws a second look from men.I've known Lyssa since we were roommates in college. We were instant friends when we met and have stayed so ever since. Despite my wildness in college and the trouble it inevitably caused her, Lyssa's always been there for me through thick.