Connie leaned over her and rubbed their tits together as she kissed her and placed her right hand at Julie's slit top and waited. Almost a full minute...passed of tit rubbing and kissing until Julie's legs relaxed a little and the hand slid down an inch, another inch and a finger was resting on the slit right on top of her clit trapped in it's sheath covering. Julie moaned as the finger applied pressure on the clit and opened a little more to let it down another inch. The finger entered the slit. "We have to talk," she said, and stormed into my front hall.I lifted an eyebrow, and asked, "Oh? We do? Why?" You've been writing stories about me, and it's got to stop."With a strong tone of disbelief, I asked, "I've been writing stories about you? What makes you think that?" Because of the way I've seen you looking at me, and the way your house faces only you could have seen some of things in these stories."In truth, she was worth looking at. She was in her late-twenties or very early. .. Mr. McPherson, you're a young man. Your legs still work. You can put one foot in front of another and come to my bedroom. If you want to fuck, you know where to find me." It's not only fucking," he moaned. "I miss your arm around me, I miss you poking me in the morning to make love, I miss taking showers with you, and the fact that you sometimes hold my dick when I'm pissing." You know what, mister?" What?" I've spoiled you. I've made it too easy for you. Most wives don't want to make love. The golf pro was very nice and gave me a big box of balls to go along with the passes, saying I should have some kind of gift for the great game I shot.After supper that night at the seafood restaurant again, we went to the nightclub, and this time the big bouncer type said that they had our area roped off from the other customers as we had four more underage girls with us. I promised him they would be good, and he just raised his eyebrows. We danced all night until we were bushed, then headed.