Grandpa was a really excellent teacher. IF I screwed up, he'd calmly show me what I did wrong, and he'd give me a big hug when I got it right. In fact... he grew more affectionate with every new lesson, until it became apparent that my grandfather was trying to cop a cheap feel.I didn't mind. So what if he was my grandfather? He was still an extremely handsome man, and on top of that, he was giving me free driving lessons. As I tooled around town in his old clunker, Grandpa Boyd's large, rough. John then started making small circles around her clit. After a few moments of this, he began to rub his dick up and down the groove between her inner and outer lips. Erica was getting hotter by the second. She kept moaning, and saying that it felt so good.Sitting next to her playing with her tits, while watching another man stroke her pussy with his dick, was absolutely the hottest thing I've ever seen. I watched as John slid his fat dick head down one side of Erica's pussy and then slowly up. "Be quiet, don't be a fool, I'll fuck you, — let's be comfortable", said I. She refused. "Robert has fucked you." "No he ain't." "You were frigging him." "No I wasn't, — oh! I don't know what you mean, or what you are saying." In her fear, and agitation she had been betrayed into answering my assertions. "Oh! dear, — oh! dear !—but you won't tell, will you sir? — it will be worse for you if you do", said she with a sort of threat, and altering her tone. "I won't tell if you let me, — don't be a. For all of that, her ball flew straight, almost every time.I was happy when Dave and I went over to the putting green. We reviewed my putting mechanics, and Dave had me try standing more over the ball. I liked the way this felt right from the beginning. The ball lined up easier for my eye, and I just felt more comfortable with sighting my putts this way. It took me a little time to adjust my distance control, but once I had it dialed in, I started making some smoother putts. I could see the way.