Her face was beaming and she could feel the glow emanating from it on her cheeks.She was happy. She wasn't the least bit anxious of someone spotting h...r like this atop the horse.With brazen indifference she entered the ranch and they slowly made their way back to the stables.There was no one about. The ranch hands had retired for the day and her father was nowhere to be seen.Lightning did not make the usual left turn that was their custom when they came to the picket fence.Instead he turned to. And one that Tony never misses. My heart sank when Tony pointed out the clash. “Well, never mind,” I said quietly. “It would have been nice to see them again and have a weekend away. But your golf comes first.” “Perhaps they’ll invite us another time,” said Tony, smiling hopefully. “Mmm, maybe, who knows? Anyway, that’s that. I’ll give Gaynor a call tomorrow and let her know the bad news.” I stressed ‘bad news’ and my voice clearly expressed disappointment. Tony looked at me for a few. Uncle Roger was over six-foot-tall and carried most of his weight on his overlarge stomach. His stocky proportions got dwarfed by his enormous belly. Uncle Roger wasn’t flabby, and as I would learn, despite his size, his meaty moobs and gut were incredibly firm.Uncle Roger was a hairy daddy, and although not good-looking, like all large bearded men with chubby faces, I suppose we get conditioned to see them as cheerful fellows.The conversation during our drive home was light-hearted and. One time hubby and I were cleaning and talking about the night...all of the sudden he asked me if I had noticed how "this guy" always so friendly with me and when I walked by he stares at my ass. He asked me if I would like to have a 3 some?...after a long talk and going to the pros and cons...we decided to go for it... Ok the first time the 3 of us met was at some bar and grill called Fox and Hound.... hubby and I got there early and I was drunk by the time this guy got there... was freaked.