Thank you," I said.I put my golf shoes on as I had brought my own. Phil asked me to show him my warm up routine. I did, and he suggested I add some st...retching to my regimen. He told me to hit a few balls and he would evaluate me. After hitting five balls with the seven iron, I looked back at him.He jokingly asked if I played baseball as a kid. I told him yes, to which he said that golf was a different swing. I knew I had a bad grip but I didn't realize I swung the club more in a baseball style. So Mom doesn’t hear. I rub myself there all the time and pretend it’s you. It’s Daddy I’m calling out every time I come. I sometimes think it will always be Daddy. Do you remember when I was sixteen and we went to the Grand Canyon and you got me a motel room next to yours? I could hear you through the thin wall, Daddy, fucking Mom. I was so jealous. And then later, when you knocked on my door to say goodnight, do you remember how I sat up in bed and my right breast was exposed? I pretended I. At the time I couldn’t believe what I had heard. There was no denying our relationship was more sexual at the time this was taking place. When I sat and thought real hard about it, I was more upset I didn’t get to watch her enjoying herself more than anything else. Telling her that made her want to give me something she didn’t give me then. The ability to watch her. For the next couple years we looked for a guy that she was attracted to, that also didn’t have a hang up letting me watch them.. As much as I wanted to bury my face in it, I needed to stick my dick in it more. I pulled my undies down exposing an engorged cock that needed relief and lay back down on top of her. As I continued to kiss her I slowly slipped the head in. She moaned as I went deeper and deeper inside her. Knowing that it had been a couple years since she had last had sex, I was taking my time penetrating her to avoid any discomfort. Soon I was all the way in and started long slow strokes. I couldn’t believe.