I’m sure it was toward happier times before her husband’s death. ‘Let me guess,’ I interjected to soften the mood, ‘she doesn’t want to b...e seen with her mom anymore in public, she’s gone all the time ‘out with friends’, and she has mood swings that make you feel like you’re on a roller coaster.’ At that Jill smiled and gave me a knowing look. ‘You’ve been there I take it?’ She asked. ‘Yeah, our son just turned 20 and he decided to go to college in Kansas City, far away from his bickering. .....At the next tee there was a bench where I could sit. While Steve prepared to hit his drive I gently fingered myself to another glorious climax. He laughed as he asked, "Are you going to give 'getting a stroke a hole' a whole new meaning today?" "What a good idea," I replied mischievously, "that is exactly what I am going to do." So that became my mission for the morning round; somehow I was going to orgasm on every hole of the golf course! I set out to pursue my mission with a steely. I tell you to go up and shower while I finish dinner, then I prep a salad and clean some strawberries for dessert.I am just finishing setting the table and lighting the candles when you come back down – so we sit down for dinner. It's nice just to relax and have dinner together with nothing else we have to do that night and the weekend before us. When we have cleared up – I hand you the wine and glasses and grab the strawberries and the chocolate I just microwaved to melt. You ask where we're. Then, quiet again.But then Samantha moaned deeply and twisted her body so that even more of her right tit was at the mercy of the mystery in the next booth. Again the look on her face was of torture, exquisite tit torture. What was he doing to her tits?Then, suddenly, she was humping the wall. Or, more specifically, she was humping the big hole in the wall. Looking down, I saw one of the anonymous hands fingering Samantha, finger fucking her cunt violently. This wasn’t a finger teasing her.