Many years ago during my married days, I accidentally overturned my golf cart.
Elizabeth, a very attractive and keen golfer, who lived in a villa on the golf course, heard the noise and called out.
Are you okay, what's your name? It's John, and I'm okay thanks, I replied as I pulled myself out of the twisted cart.
John, she said, firm loose breasts undulating beneath her white silkyrobe forget your troubles. Come to my villa, rest a while and I'll helpyou 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, Elizabeth 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.
After a couple of restorative Scotch and waters, I thanked Elizabeth.
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! Elizabeth said with a smile, letting her robe fall open slightly. She won't know anything. By the way, where is she?"
