" I'll let you know how it goes," she said as we signed off.We were up to six viewings now and Felicia said that was a sign of an active market. I had...a good feeling about her. She exuded a quiet confidence that kept me calm.The driving range was another matter. The first bucket of balls was a complete waste. It seemed like I couldn't wait to hit the next ball. The result, of course, wasn't pretty. Hooks one minute, slices the next. I couldn't find a comfortable swing that produced a common. I arrived late for one particular lunchtime gathering. Kim, Britt and Marc were all seated at our table, finishing off their salad plates. They commented me on the navy walking shorts and vest ensemble that I had borrowed from Marc. I had even warmed up to the blue suede platforms that I had once considered "too showy". It was my great looking outfit that delayed me that day. Mr. Peeters seemed unable to take his eyes off of it, striking up a series of pointless conversations just so he. I tugged down on the hem to keep the billowing fabric taut across my boobs. Approving whistles pierced the clamor of the parking lot. Between the call-call, whistles and shouts to expose myself, I narrowed by field of view in search of the perpetrator, or potentially a posse of perps. We locked eyes. The ringleader was surrounded by his adoring minions, a pack of young men, likely on break from school, stood a few parking spots away, dr****g themselves over what I presumed was their car. He. Peter could see the doctor's balls churning in his nut sack as he fed his wife his sperm. Some of the white sperm dripped out of the sides of his wife's cunt and Peter licked every drop he could get to.Dr. Harris ground himself against Linda; and when he finished, he began pushing his cock in and out of her again. As he would pull back, more sperm came out and Peter fervently went after it.The doctor said, "I'll pull out of your whore Peter; and when I do, get your mouth over your wife's open.