” Or the old car he remembers from his youth. He even has a bumper sticker... I’m Not Lost ... I’m Exploring“Left on Clark, David. Be nice to ...our sister.” She looked the Mom look ... you know. Over the glasses but down the nose ... yeah ... that one.To insure domestic tranquility ... I turned left on Clark Road. Grace folded her hands in her lap and looked smug.“Right on Chandler.”Yeah, yeah, yeah ... I did it.“Chandler turns into Abbott Road,” she said.It did ... more smugness.“Straight. Jen introduced me to Peter. He was a tall, muscular looking man. Dark hair, tanned skin and about ten years younger than us. We talked for a few minutes and he was polite, but his eyes would always stray to my wife. I could see him mentally undressing her.Jen, for her part, was shamelessly flirting with him. Lightly touching his arm, laughing at the slightest joke, making strong eye contact and flipping her hair like a school girl. She also made sure that she bent low enough to allow her shelf. His lips sucked on the outer skin as his tongue wriggled inside me."Oh my God... Dylan..." Should I stop?" He asked, looking concerned as he moved his head away."No!" I shouted, grabbing a fistful of his shaggy hair and shoving his face onto me.He continued to eat me out, as one hand crept up to my sports bra and lifted it up, letting my boobs jiggle free.His other hand went under my butt and lifted me up closer to his face. The hand by my boobs began to squeeze handfuls of flesh, making my. .. this is the first time I’ve swung a club in four months.”Earl shook his head. “And you’re good enough to win the LPGA, or even the PGA.”Marcia chuckled, almost sounding evil when she did so. “That’s perfect.” She had a huge grin on her face.Earl asked, “What is?”“Second week of January is the Bob Hope Classic, in southern California. It’s a Pro-am tournament, normally with celebrities as the amateurs. And I for damned sure can make sure our Jennifer is one of the amateurs. Two weeks after.