Jasmine seemed to understand all the signals that a man gives off as he gets near his tipping point. She’d get me within a millimeter of that place,...and then back off. She called it ‘edging’. I’d heard the term, and now I was victim of it.After several ‘edging’ cycles she lay back and spread her legs. “I want you to eat me.” There was no question in her mind that I wouldn’t do that. I used to love eating Edie, but for some reason she’d gotten squirrelly about it, so we stopped. We became pretty. She was nice looking too, tall and slim, with long legs that seemed to go on forever.Time for another confession, if you hadn't guessed from my mention of jodhpurs and tight jeans, I like looking at ladies bums. There's something uniquely arousing about a nicely shaped bum! I know, I know, breasts are great, but there's just something special about a nice bottom. Anyway, I digress.The aforementioned young lady was busy working the cash machine, when for some unaccountable reason (to me,. I was done with the chiropractor and therapist by one that afternoon. I was scheduled to do a shoot for Jade starting at three o'clock. I took Dad to a Chicago hot dog stand, and we both got combos: Italian beef and sausage sandwiches. We thought we'd died and gone to heaven. Over lunch, I told Dad about the Ridgemoor Country Club. He wanted to see it, so I called Jack and let Dad talk to him. He agreed to call them so Dad could get a tour of their facilities. Dad said that if he did the tour. Mario has a 15yr old daughter named Liz; she was a cute and bubbly young lady. She fancied me, may be because her parents were kind of uptight and when she was with me she got a chance to talk about less than traditional things. -- Mara, do you want to spend the night with me. Maybe watch a couple of movies? - I don’t know. I’m kind of tired. -- Please… I really want to talk to you about a couple of things (personal you know.) - Ok, then. I’ll.