He counters with a more accurate shot than his first, landing it on the side of her head, forcing her off balance so she steps away. 'That's better' -...still sounding confident. The two exchange light punches for a few more minutes, neither gaining, neither losing. She stops, saying she needs a drink, a pause for which he is grateful; it has been some time since he took a punch or two and his ribs have had more attention than he can recall. As she returns, he notices her nipples are standing. “A few!”She bent her head to lick at my nipple some more. She finally touched my cheek and kissed me once on the lips.“Dinner?” she announced.Her lascivious grin informed me that she really didn’t want to move away. The hunger pains must have been really bad.Melissa cooked and I ensured my breasts teased her every time I tried to help out. At one point I started to chop the red and green peppers, but I honestly couldn’t see them with the way my breasts were bulging out of the balcony bra.At. It was embarrassing to me that she had seen me. "Maybe I will stop next time I'm in your neighborhood," I managed to say.We stopped for dinner. The conversation was mostly about how well I had played until it turned to Alice going back to school. Suzanne was the most inquisitive, wanting to know why Alice had decided to return to school, how she was planning to care for her daughter while dedicating so much time to study and also wanting to know if Alice would miss us.Alice explained that her. Remember that old Spaulding 3 wood I told you about? I still have it, believe it or not. The head has more than a few cracks and the shaft is still not right but the grips are brand new. It’s the hands that hold those grips that are all aged and worn now. I like to take her out on days like today, late in the season when the skies are gray and the fairways deserted. I hold her in my knotty old hands and let one fly and for just a moment I’m 19 again, on the deck of that old frigate somewhere.