Her jeans felt hot and damp. After a moment, she grabbed my sopping hand and pressed it to my face. Okxxx Toilet paper would have done the job just as well. She pulled my hand in close and pushed it down her panties. She walked out the door while I tried to figure out the best order for me to clean the mess up. “She’s not my wife but I certainly don’t.”
“I know that’s right.”
We talked about golf for the rest of the ride which suited me just fine. Her pants fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them. On our last hole, Claire took two below par and then reached for her cell phone.
