Maybe something to do with meeting up to play together again or something but I just didn't have the balls to do it.Just as we were about to reach our... vehicles I realized what to do and that was change tactics.“So, do you play here often?” I asked. I know it's a cliche at a bar or club, but who ever hears that at disc golf course?“Yeah, about once a week or so.”“Well, cool then. Maybe we'll see you out here again sometime,” I said as nonchalantly as possible.“For sure,” Dave replied and got in. Then I asked Lynette if she’d like a coffee. She replied that it was nearly 6pm and wouldn’t a glass of wine be nicer? I said that would be very nice, stood up, offered her my hand (well, one does try to be a gentleman before one gets their knickers off...). Lynette rose to her feet holding my hand and we strolled off in the direction of the High Street, hand in hand (everybody say... ahhhhhhh! Lol!)As we were walking I couldn’t help but try to get a better look at her on the sly as we were. On the Saturday, we took the District Line underground train to the town we had grown up in. It was quite a shock. Whereas when I had left, there were still the remains of bombed houses, now these had all been cleared and new housing and flats had been built. Although living East of London, where the majority of bomb damage had been. We were close to Hornchurch aerodrome, which was a fighter station. The Germans, obviously, would want to destroy that facility, and as bomb aiming was not that. Why haven’t you put the padding in the bra cups? Yes, you do have to, otherwise the dress won’t fit, will it? No, of course it won’t.“Right, at least you’ve understood that. That’s better. Hardly convincing but good enough for what I want. Yes, of course the corset is tight. That’s the idea. No, you can’t loosen it off. Now the panties. Yes, over your cock-cage, of course. I shouldn’t have to explain - the cage is so you can’t fiddle with that silly little thing, the panties are because that’s.