"Baby," I gasped. My hands were busy too. I reached down, taking his hardening penis in both my hand. I brought his firm self up under my skirt. To hi... surprise, I wasn't wearing anything beneath my skirt so very quickly he felt my wetness sliding right up and down his firm, beautiful penis. He was the one gasping now. "You're so hot, baby. You know just what gets me," he managed to say as he kissed up and down my neck. His kissing my neck was driving me crazy, my whole body on fire as I rubbed. I was wearing a tight black polo that really showed off my large, still perky tits, and a semi-short denim skirt with long black boots to show off my toned legs. About an hour later as we leave the table and heads toward the den I really am starting to feel tired and yawn and stretch and say, “Oh honey, you’re going to hate me but I’m soooo tired I think I’ll have to pass on the wine and sex tonight.” My husband instantly got the saddest look in his eyes, “Helen, that’s nonsense. You’re always. The first hole was an easy, straightforward par four. Fenton watched as with effortless ease his Caroline drilled the centre from the tee and landed in a greenside bunker with her second. He wasn’t at all worried. His Caroline was great from the bunker – she’d be down in two from there, easily. In fact her shot from the sand bounced on the green three times then trickled into the hole. ‘What did you say your handicap was Clara?’ asked Meg who finished with a six. ‘I didn’t say,’ Clara said. " I was fairly taken aback by that, I have to say.It was a great time, and I was grateful to Linda for organising it.Helen and I changed into travel clothes that were comfortable and warm, packed a bag each, and Doug drove us to the station.It's less than three hours to London by train, usually. I discovered several years ago that, if I really had to go to the City, the best way to pass the time was with my lap-top; I could write, play solitaire, listen to CDs, and to give the machine a rest,.