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I accidentally overturned my cart coming to the third hole.
A female golfer heard the noise from a bunker just up ahead and called out: "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, thanks," I replied as I pulled myself out of the twisted cart.
Then I noticed this woman running over to me, her firm loose breasts undulating beneath her white silky shirt.
As I dusted myself down she said "You need to get your strength back. I'll walk you back to my house just off the 18th. You can rest a while and I'll help you get the cart up later."
"That's mighty nice of you," I answered, "but I don't think my wife would like it."
"Oh, come on now," she insisted.
She was so very pretty, very very sexy and very persuasive ... I was weak. "Well okay," I finally agreed but thought to myself, "my wife won't like it."
She allowed me to put my arm over her shoulder, and all the way to her house I could see that she had nothing underneath that white shirt of hers, tantalising glimpses of all that she might offer to a man for the taking.
We got to the house and she positioned me gently on the couch in the lounge, with a complete view of her prefect breasts in front of me as her shirt was now unbuttoned to the waist.
After a couple of restorative Scotch and waters, I thanked her. "I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really upset. So I'd best go now."
"Don't be silly!" she said with a smile, peeling her shirt from her shoulders. "She won't know anything. By the way, where is she?"
"Still under the cart, I guess."
A female golfer heard the noise from a bunker just up ahead and called out: "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, thanks," I replied as I pulled myself out of the twisted cart.
Then I noticed this woman running over to me, her firm loose breasts undulating beneath her white silky shirt.
As I dusted myself down she said "You need to get your strength back. I'll walk you back to my house just off the 18th. You can rest a while and I'll help you get the cart up later."
"That's mighty nice of you," I answered, "but I don't think my wife would like it."
"Oh, come on now," she insisted.
She was so very pretty, very very sexy and very persuasive ... I was weak. "Well okay," I finally agreed but thought to myself, "my wife won't like it."
She allowed me to put my arm over her shoulder, and all the way to her house I could see that she had nothing underneath that white shirt of hers, tantalising glimpses of all that she might offer to a man for the taking.
We got to the house and she positioned me gently on the couch in the lounge, with a complete view of her prefect breasts in front of me as her shirt was now unbuttoned to the waist.
After a couple of restorative Scotch and waters, I thanked her. "I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really upset. So I'd best go now."
"Don't be silly!" she said with a smile, peeling her shirt from her shoulders. "She won't know anything. By the way, where is she?"
"Still under the cart, I guess."
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