" muttered Jack under his breath; exasperated."Fay Andrews?" Yes. That's me."The flunkey cleared his throat, "Tanya apologises for her absence and ask... if you would both like to join her for champagne on her balcony?" Thank you.".The flunkey deferred and walked away. Fay looked at Jack and saw a wreck of lust and apprehension."Come on Jack, show time."------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Pushing the door hard against its silent. I slowly started licking it from bottom to top. Then I put his cock in my mouth and started sucking on his head gently. I could hear him moan. And that feeling, of pleasing another man, (who was not only better looking than me, but also stronger and bigger) was ecstatic. I wanted to keep pleasing him all night.I kept on sucking his cock. I put one of my hands under his shirt and started caressing his chest and abs. He was really well built with a 6 pack. I then started fondling his balls while. I’d heard all of this before. “Believe it or not, to get the ball into the air you have to hit down on it. It’s called trapping the ball—squeezing it between the club and the ground or, in this case, the mat. Next, if you want the ball to go far, swing easy. Swinging hard, or over-swinging, just gets your body out of rhythm. Only bad things will happen then like hooking or slicing and your distance will suffer, too. Just relax and swing in an arc. Ever play softball?”“Yes, I played on. They had become really close after their mother had died about two years ago. Something about Kim distracted Chris though as he was about to turn over and go back to sleep. Slight movements in her body and face seemed to tell him that she was having a dream. The movements were slow and casual though and it did not look like an unpleasant dream to him. Good for her, Chris thought putting his head down and watching Kim as she dreamed. As she continued to dream the sheets had come off her as she.