" Vicki! You've had all the tights again. I need some now, I'm going tolate!" Dad, look at the bottom of the stairs, I dropped loads of clean onesoff ...here last night." Oh, okay. Found them, thanks. Sorry to wake you, love. Have fun,lasagne in the freezer if you want. Bye, Vicki. Bye, Charlie. See youlater. Love you." Bye, Dad." Bye, Jenny." She needs to stop doing man-looking for things! People will notice. Nowoman would ever walk past stuff at the bottom of the stairs withoutputting it away!. I hoped I meant more to her than that, but, hey, was I complaining?Fuck, no! Is your job this good? Oh, but you say you've got a nice 401(k)? Well, lah-dee-dah! Just keep it, Henry! The only retirement plan I'm concerned about, right now, is what time Tess and I are gonna hit the sack tonight!OK, so the tournament, displaying all the organization of a fire drill in a nursing home, lurched along in excellent weather. Tess' foursome didn't get off on time, but they eventually got their shot at. It had been so long since I had felt a hand other than my own on my dick and, combined with the illicit nature of this whole scene and the close proximity of her husband, I was aroused beyond belief. Had we been alone I don’t doubt that I would have laid her down and fucked her right there on the floor, but that was out of the question, so I figured I’d settle for a hand job. I hoped that Shelly had been correct that Mike was so absorbed in his work that we wouldn’t be disturbed for I soon felt. Wasn't always this way. The sex part that is, the flirting that was always there. Then recently we both went for what we each knew the other wanted and now we get it on most weeks. Anyway, his last afternoon visit I mention a sore back and he says let me give you a massage, I am pretty good at it.He said to grab two small towels in case my hubby entered as we were dangerously close to his return time, as if towels would somehow make it either explainable or acceptable, and we headed to my.