He spent a half hour getting focused on his golf and when he walked out the front door he felt ready. On the way back he saw the same pretty girl walk...ng towards him. This time he slowed down and said, "Hello, beautiful day isn't it?"She smiled brightly and in a very distinctive British accent said, "Yes, it is simply lovely." With her accent, it came drawn out as "luuvvly."Dave continued walking and finished with, "Have a great day."He heard a 'You as well' reply and kept walking.The morning. I felt the slight pressure of my sheer black thigh highs hugging my legs and felt the presence of my matching bra.I opened the door and standing before me was a man. A huge man. A man so huge he blocked much of the light from the hallway. He was wearing fashionable black shoes, dark slacks, a blazer and a mock turtleneck shirt. I stammered a hello, introduced myself and invited him in. He ducked through the doorway and may have had to turn sideways a bit to get through.He smiled and said hello. I looked at it and smiled, 'How do you do that', I asked him bemused?'It want's to fuck you baby, it want's to stretch your tight little pussy', he said salaciously, his wording exciting him now he had my attention, and as he spoke I could feel my throat tighten and hard to swallow.'It's too big for me', I answered honestly, I knew enough about sex to know where he wanted to penetrate me with it, but it really did look huge and angry.Then in a quite voice he asked how old I was, and I told him.. “So what did you do to convince everyone to come?” Danielle asked as she grabbed a water from the fridge and turned towards me.“Me?” I asked as she opened it up and began guzzling down the water. “I told them I was Joel’s father.”If you have never been in front of a spit take, I do not suggest it. Water hit me in the face.“You what?” She said in a hushed tone. “What else did you tell them?”“Nothing.” I said back in the same tone.“Good, I don’t know how much more we can expose.” Danielle said.