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<blockquote data-quote="Channel Hopper" data-source="post: 970194" data-attributes="member: 175144">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: &quot;Are you okay?&quot;&quot;I'm fine, thanks,&quot; 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 &quot;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.&quot;&quot;That's mighty nice of you,&quot; I answered, &quot;but I don't think my wife would like it.&quot;&quot;Oh, come on now,&quot; she insisted.She was so very pretty, very very sexy and very persuasive ... I was weak. &quot;Well okay,&quot; I finally agreed but thought to myself, &quot;my wife won't like it.&quot;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&nbsp; 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. &quot;I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really upset. So I'd best go now.&quot;&quot;Don't be silly!&quot; she said with a smile, peeling her shirt from her shoulders. &quot;She won't know anything. By the way, where is she?&quot;&quot;Still under the cart, I guess.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Channel Hopper, post: 970194, member: 175144"] 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." [/QUOTE]

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