Yes I love someone else. Yes, that someone else is married, too.That last one seemed to amuse her.“If I was going to cheat with someone else, I’d ...t least make sure they was available,” she says with a laugh, then asks me if I smoke. I don’t. She fidgets and looks at the liquor bottles, trying to figure out what I’m looking at.“So, what’s in it for you?” Her eyes drift across the bottles. She tries to make a guy voice, answering her own question: “Sex.”I laugh, not so much at the answer but at. " I'd love to see that." You can see it, hold it, and use it if you treat it well."That one caught her off guard, and she blushed just a bit. "I might just take you up on the offer." Just let me know."We both swung the club right-handed, so she had to turn around to watch me. She turned back to hit her balls, and I took out my driver. You could hear the difference, as it shot off the face of my club taking the long high arc that made it look like it was defying gravity. It finally landed two. Even now he enters her and comes in minutes and she remains unfulfilled. Her hands were now on my crouch and she asked shyly as to what my size was. She said that she just wanted to know. I told her my size and told her that she should do lot of foreplay and let him come a few times and then have sex. She felt that any foreplay would make her husband completly spent. I told her that that is not so and foreplay always help. By this time her shyness had gone and hence I could feel her hand on my. ”I hesitated for a moment, still wondering if Melissa was actually going to let me have sex with her but worried I was being set up for a disappointment. She did promise me something special. What could be more special than that? “Hurry” she insisted. I was as nervous as I was excited. I lifted her shirt off over her head and outstretched arms and tossed it on the floor beside us.“And now my bra.”I wasn’t going to fumble this up again, and focused on what I was doing. It wasn’t easy with.