She looked away. “Sorry. I just ... you’re talking about the one over Victoria’s Secret, right?”“Yeah.” Max smiled. “They called and ask...d, but I’m more of an Intimates by Jazz man.”Chesa laughed again, started to say something, and laughed some more. She looked at him side-eyed. “You’re a funny guy, Max.”Max felt a warm flush of pride at the compliment. “I guess you don’t work with a lot of stand-up comedians.”“No stand-up comedians yet.” Chesa acknowledged. “Actors, models, athletes ... all. ”“OK, be there shortly. Let me put the food out of cat range.” A few minutes later, my stunning wife, Sirikit, joined me. She is American-born and raised, but of pure Thai ancestry. Thai people benefit greatly from our nutrition. She had a supermodel figure, six feet tall in bare feet. For office work, she would be in elegant but somewhat flirtatious business wear, gliding through the day in four-inch patent pumps. Shall we say that she stood out among her physician and scientist. "Little uncomfortable are we?" Jill asked snickering.He merely grinned. "Not as uncomfortable as you might be with that sweet little ass of yours pressed against the short green on number eleven," he reminded her.She laughed. "Fairly certain you're going to fuck me are we?" she challenged. "Guess we'll see!"Jill addressed the ball, driving it. It wasn't one of her better attempts. They both stood watching as it began to fade slightly, and though hitting the fairway, it rolled at an angle once. Damn, this guy looks kinda like me. This going to be like sucking myself!!! I look around the end of the wall, slowly moving my gaze from his cock, to his stomach, to his hairy chest, then to his eyes. He has the unmistakable look of lust in his eyes. This guy likes to be watched! He spreads his legs apart, cupping his balls and lifting them for my approval. He then looks down at his cock, then at me. No mistaking what he wants. Can I really do this? Just then, the black guy from earlier comes.