You tell me strip as you take off your top. I stare at your perky tits as I start taking off my clothes and I ask you about our dinner reservations. ... You walk toward me in just your skirt and pantyhose and tell me that you want dessert first. You push me back on the bed and tell me that you have something for me to eat. You lift your skirt up and straddle my face. I feel the heat coming from your pantyhose covered pussy. I tease your clit through your pantyhose. You start to moan and tell. Neither Camille nor Samantha could play, so they ended up sitting in the club drinking tea, talking, while the men got through their round. By the sixteenth hole, the women had gotten bored and decided to find Gabe and Ernie. Samantha didn’t know how to play golf, let alone understand the rules, but when Gabe leaned down and got set up to putt she wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped on his back. Gabe had dropped the club and straightened as best as he could with her clutching him. They all want to know the secret of how I keep her and stop her from looking at other guys. Kelly is renowned for telling guys to leave her alone when they make their move and try and spilt us up. I think, deep down she enjoys winding them up only to break all their hopes of ever getting her into bed.Well, what secret? Secrets really. Kelly and I grew up together in a small village in a rural area of England. It was to start a new life together that we moved to London about three years ago.. Her figure was fantastic, slim waist,pert arse and a cleavage that was distinctly eye-catching to say the least! That wasn’t why she got thejob of course, but by anyone’s standards she wasgorgeous! Of course, I told Marie, my girlfriend, that she was tooshort for me. That made her feel a bit better, well, itstopped her from going on about it so much anyway!“There you go. You’ve got about an hour before themeeting to flick though it.” Carol passed the file overto me.