The buddies danced at her and sought physical contact. My wife did this, which encouraged the guys to get even closer to her and touch her. They strok...ed over their stomachs and backs, touched their legs with their thighs, they touched their ass cheeks, which were only half covered with bikini trousers, and a brave one grabled their tits with his hands. My wife left the impression that she liked that. One of them now opened her bikini top, so that her tits were completely exposed. Now everyone. They moved close to each other again. Their lips met softly, slowly, bodies pressing together. She pulled him close as he cupped her face in one hand, a tender gesture that made her sigh each time. He gently tugged on her lower lip with his teeth then kissed a path to her earlobe and down her neck to the hollow in her collar bone. ‘Just a second,’ he whispered, then pulled away from her as he reached for the water glass on the nightstand. He took several swallows of the icy water, replaced the. ”Again, he thanked her and continued playing golf.When he finished he saw her in the clubhouse. He went up to her and asked if he could buy her a drink for helping him out. She accepted.As they were drinking and talking he asked her what she did for a living. “I’m in sales.” He replied “no kidding so am I. What do you sell?”She said it’s too embarrassing to tell. But after he kept pleading to know what she sold she said she’d tell him if he promised not to laugh. He promised. She said “I sell. Pete couldn't wait to tell her and get the games in play! They went inside to find Helen in a thick above the knee, off white T shirt with thick, knee length black socks and fuzzy bedroom shoes. They laughed loudly until she told them that she wasn't going outside, she was warm and didn't care that she looked like crap! Telling them that she would make their breakfast, Pete sat while Ron went to shower. Pete told her of their conversation saying that Ron would probably throw a fuck into her as.