” He stood back and stripped off his trousers and his shirt, walking into the apartment to hang both on the back of a chair. “Crawl over here.”... She complied, relishing the feeling of his eyes on her. Watching as her breasts and hips swayed as she slowly approached him. His cock was standing straight out and she longer for it. Once again kneeling in front of him, inches away from his erection, she almost said “please” she wanted it so badly. But she knew that to speak would only prolong her. As she sat with one of her legs still hanging out the door, Frank noticed a damp spot in her crotch, and he bent down and licked it once. Judith giggled and pulled her leg into the truck. Frank went around to the other side and got in. The drive into town was quiet, with the radio softly playing a classic rock station. Frank pulled up in front of the store and Judith hopped out, saying, “I’ll be right back.” Frank closed his eyes while he waited. When Judith returned, he. Well, one putting every hole made it a little easier to explain. But they were quick to inform the viewers that one putting every hole was like an NBA player making a whole bunch of threes in a row; not going to happen very often. Of course if I had been able to jump, shoot, dribble or had ANY interest in running at all I could have proved they were full of crap about THAT too. So they, and the media covering the event, had pretty much written me off by the time I walked off the eighteenth. " He made me a coffee, and we were just sitting talking. Then as you know I was wearing those heels and my feet were pretty sore so he took them off for me. I ended up sitting with my feet across his lap and he was giving me a gentle foot massage which to be honest was heavenly."She looked up apologetically."Go on, I want to know everything." Well I don't really know how to say this but he was I think getting turned on a bit, he kept complimenting my feet as I'd had a pedicure that day and to.