So you can stop your posturing. Just admit it, you’re a pitiful philanderer.”“Well, since I’ve not seen any of this, I can’t comment. So why...don’t you show me? Where is this so called ‘report’?”“Penny’s got it,” said Connie.“Very convenient,” I scoffed. “So how are you going to produce it? She won’t come near me.”“I could go and get it,” said Connie.I burst out laughing. “And I’d never see you again. I think this is a bluff to get you out of my flat. Admit it.”I was goading her: at last I had a. Like moving the support from some fragile dam, my straining scrotum released its load. A flood roared through my cock, and before Laura could guide me to her nest, I was spurting, spurting and spurting.I groaned with the relief, with the disappointment, with the shame of it. I heard Laura murmur, "Oh, dear."I slumped to her side, wanting to bury my head in the covers, but couldn't avoid seeing the great globule of my cream stark on her black triangle. Strings of it scarred her inside thighs and. The people that came to set up my television were in their 20's, one was a good looking girl, and the other was a sexy guy! Now I've been bi-sexual since I was 10 years old so I was enjoying checking out the sexy young people setting up my television. They were easy to talk to and very friendly.We talked and chatted as they set it up for me. While we were waiting for it to program itself and find the satelite the conversation turned to partying and having fun. I told them I was single and. Tess, with her very long drives off the tee, hadn't gotten her bird on the par five. Everybody was just hanging tough.The heat was still pretty intense, but not as bad as on Saturday, and Tess seemed physically comfortable. On the fourth fairway, I asked her whether she was feeling any more into the match than she had at the outset."Maybe a little," she said. "But what I am feeling is, that I'm playing well, and that maybe intensity is overrated. Maybe this is the way to win -- just by.