He pushed his tee deep into the ground with the ball on it before he chose his line. He aimed down the right rough and took a smooth full swing. The b...ll started out just left of his line and drew nicely into the fairway; he ended up on the left side of the fairway with ninety yards to the hole. The other two players hit decent drives with the Quebec player in the middle of the fairway and the Manitoba player in the right rough.Again Dave was the longest off the tee and he had to wait for the. Brad looked at Abby in shocked surprise. She gave Brad’s hand an encouraging squeeze. Abby could feel Brad’s hand begin moving, fondling Britney’s tit.Brad couldn’t believe he was feeling Britney’s tit, and Abby wanted him to. She paused and looked at Brad and Abby’s hand on her breast. “It’s okay honey, I want my Brad to touch your breast if it’s alright,” Abby reassured her.“Of course it is thank you,” she sighed. “I never expected in a million years this would be the way I’d get Brad to feel. " Momo shook her head in refusal. "Fine. I'm going to get this dog in the shower and clean him up. I want you to get a bowl and put in a few cans of cat food." But that's… MY food…" And I'll get you more tomorrow. Just please do this." I then placed my hand on the dog's head and it started again wagging its tail. "Come on, follow me." A nudge from me conveyed the message and I brought it into the bathroom.I turned on the shower and waited for the water to get warm. Like Momo, the loud hissing. It remained superimposed on his view. He turned his bike south and pedaled fast.Richie's eyes darted, his muscles tensed, as they walked down Columbine. He recognized the street. A park lay a few blocks ahead where he sometimes played ball during the summer. It was just a typical, sleepy little street that wound through the Hillcrest subdivision."Where the hell is this store, anyway?" Richie said."It's where this street crosses Franklin," Melinda said, her walk now quickened to a trot."Fuck, we.