”“Will you believe me if I say I had nothing to do with it?”“If you’re telling me the truth, then yes.”“Isn’t that something of a circ...lar argument? You won’t believe me unless you believe me?”“You know about my poker skills, right?”Ben laughed, “I knew you were going to be a good poker player when you were fifteen! I know you take this as the ultimate insult, but you would have made an excellent attorney.”“Damning me with faint praise,” I replied with a slight smile. “But thank you.”“Nothing. I slowly lowered my hand, cupping her breast, feeling the heat against my palm. Her nipple stiffened, poking into the hollow of my hand. We both sighed, simultaneously."They are magnificent." I whispered as my hand molded to the soft flesh. My pants tented. Marnie noticed again, stroking the fabric of my pants as my cock strained."I know you want to kiss them. Go ahead." I bent my head down, capturing her other nipple in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the pebble at the tip."We shouldn't be. What say you drag your pampered ass out of bed, and meet me in the sweet, little, audio / video den you built, and we'll work on your pitch selection, arm angle, and release point? Hmmmmm???"He had a soft, southern voice that lulled you to sleep sometimes. His gentle manner belied an intensity and sense of purpose that drove him to drive me. Rather than let him down, I hurried through my morning routine and Jack hurried me to the office."Mr. Winning Pitcher, we got us some work to do," Big Bob. I told him I would be in the restaurant having breakfast.I had just finished eating when Gary walked in. Bob was right behind him. I asked if they knew each other and they did. They had just sat down when Jim came in. I introduced Bob and Jim. No one else ate and we finished our coffee. We headed to the driving range to warm up.Jim and I rode together. We teed off right on time. Again I was the worst of the foursome. Golf wasn't the reason for this morning's outing. I wanted Bob to get to know.