They are a proud and noble lot. I look up to them for standing up for what they believe in. I can only hope that I carry half as much dignity as my fr...end did. (Again, for safety sake, I cannot mention a name.) However, there was one person that came there that will always remain in my mind and in my heart. She was a beautiful little girl with 2 sisters and a battered mom. The mom and the one destined to become a writer became friends very quickly, and the baby took up most of their time. I am. On hands and knees, breasts swaying, feathered wings unfurling behind her, her smile grew wider as she settled herself into a straddle on my thighs, the weight of her body too real for me to even attempt to convince myself that I was dreaming. Something stirred inside me, a long slumbering hunger lifting its curious head. “Heaven rewards the faithful.” She rested her hands on my shoulders, her face scant inches from mine. Everywhere her body touched mine was warmed as though by sunlight and I. " Oh, how I hated to do it! " ... but we're not having sex until you prove you're learning and doing better at golf." What?" shouted Laura."Andy!" protested Tiffany."Shhhh..." I said and used my hands to quiet them down. "When any of you can make par over the first three holes then when practice is done, Tiffany will drive us over to Laura's house for sex." Are you serious?" asked Laura."Yes," I said but I was unsure of my resolve."Well, let's do it so we can get out of here," said Tiffany. Pishi called when she heard from my father that I was back. She asked me to come over the next morning, and stay for lunch. I had nothing better to do, so I thought maybe I could visit (she could give me some money and I could buy myself a nice bottle of whiskey on the way back). I was also thinking about fucking her. She was 45 years old. I wondered if she wanted some dick after her impotent husband had left her unfucked all her life.I reached their a little late, just around lunchtime..