Bunny's grip causes him to spray the ball all over the place. I bet I've tried to get him to change it a thousand times over the last thirty years. He...doesn't want to change it though, says it feels comfortable to him. You need to learn a good grip right from the start, it's that important to the building of a good golf game."He started letting me hit golf balls with a nine iron. He would let me hit a few, and then he'd keep putting me back in the posture he'd set me in the first time. I. When she stopped she looked up at me. A light coming to those green eyes of hers as she slowly crawled up my body. Her lips moving up my chest as she took a few more bites along the way. My neck was her next target. Her were teeth digging into me as she reached her hand down to my cock and led it to her wet pussy. She sat up then, slowly riding me. Her wet cunt stroking me from top to bottom. I sat up, my arms going around her thin body as she wrapped her legs around me. I suckled her breasts. Uncle Clyde must have noticed too, because on the first spasm from my pussy, he let go of my clit, and shoved his entire cum-soaked fist into my well-worn pussy on the first push. My body jumped up so high, the black marauder almost came completely out of my ass. I let out a low moan, as my uncle rammed his fist mercilessly against the back wall of my pussy canal. He held his fist rigid and in place, as he watched my body buck hard up and down on his thick arm, fucking that fist in a frenzy. "I don't know what is going on here Mary, but I'm sure that it isn't what you are thinking." Fuck you Frank, I'm not buying it."She snapped the bag shut and headed for the door."Where are you going?" Away from here Frank, away from here."I stared at her back as she walked out and wondered what the hell had happened.The party had been scheduled for three weeks and on Saturday, the day of the party, Mary's mother had slipped and fallen getting out of the bathtub, had hit her head and had been.