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09 Ağustos 2023, 16:01
Chapter 2
Perversion Explosion
Part 3
Afternoon Delight
What a remarkable morning it has been so far. My buddies and I played golf on the famed South Course at Torrey Pines this morning. What makes this course so special other than the pros play the Farmers Insurance Open there and also hosts the US Open from time to time? Well, quite frankly, it?s the pristine views from the fairways and greens that are situated on various cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
I can?t tell you how awesome it is to walk the course smoking Montecristo cigars bullshitting around with your buddies and teasing one another. I mean I lost a little bit of money today to my good buddy Mark whose been my golfing buddy for over a decade. I mean he?s a scratch golfer and I have a seven handicap but since we?re the better two players in our foursome today we decided to play a match game against each other.
Mark gave me three strokes as a handicap and he still whooped my ass. For a little more, shits and giggles we all played fairways, greens and birdies between the four of us. So, if you don?t know that means if your ball lands off of the fairway or the green or if your opponent makes a birdy (one under par for the hole) then you owe them money. I mean I was pretty proud of myself shooting a seven over par 79 which is pretty good for an amateur golfer for the level of this course. Most pros usually play the course at three over par.
We finished up at the Grille eating an early lunch and enjoying some single malt Scotch talking smack and our latest conquests of women. Remembering I still had responsibilities for the rest of the day I fumbled around looking for my cell when I realized that I left it at home. I needed to get back to the house by at least 2:30 in the afternoon to meet up with my sweet little Princess and get her off to her dance class. Then its off to see my sex therapist Dr. Chad Simpkins for my second session.
Half an hour later I was relaxing at the valet stand waiting for my car I felt half lit as I stood there. I shouldn?t have had that fourth glass of Scotch. ?Ah fuck it.? I thought to myself. ?I don?t have that far to go to get home and Princess? dance studio is only a few miles away from the house. So, I should be okay.? And then there it was, every time I see her pulling up I get a little chubby in my briefs. Several months ago, I was able to nab something special a BMW M8 Gran Coupe, convertible non the less. After a lot of groveling, begging and handshaking with some of the bigwigs at BMW I was able to nab one of the fifty concept cars that they produced. It cost me quite a shiny penny.
Handing the Valet, a twenty after making sure there were no dings, scratches or dents I got a nice smile from him. The convertible top was slipping under the trunk and my door was gently being shut. Pulling the I-pod out of the glove compartment I hit Van Halen then one of my favorite songs ?Panama? as I was driving away from the clubhouse. Top down, warm air hitting my face, the radio blasting, drumming away at my steering wheel like Alex Van Halen and heading down Torrey Pines Road with the ocean off to my right. I thought to myself ?What a great California fucking day.? After driving through the La Jolla Village traffic, I arrived safely at the gate at my beach front mansion. Pulling up the drive I noticed that my wife?s Land Rover wasn?t there and after the garage door opened and seeing it wasn?t in the garage either, ?She still must be out shopping and I made back before Princess? dance class.? I said to myself.
Pushing the button for the garage door to close I made my way to the front door of the house. Opening the door, I was viciously attacked by my eldest daughter her nickname is Angel. Catching her out of the corner of my eye Angel was airborne soaring at me with a cute cotton blue sundress and black Converse sneakers. Just as she landed on me she barked out ?Daddy?s HOME!!!!!!? Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her legs around my waist. This is one of the special thing?s I love about both of my daughters is how they?re always excited to see me when I walk in through our front door. They?ve been doing it since they were little girls and even though they?ve grown considerably it makes me feel like they are still those tiny little Cherubs from years past.
My arms wrapped tightly around her body squishing her bubbly A-cup breasts against my chest I said, ?Whew, my little Angel. Love you so much. You always know how to make Daddy feel so warm and loved every time he comes home.? Breathing in deeply I was intoxicated by the smell of Johnson
Perversion Explosion
Part 3
Afternoon Delight
What a remarkable morning it has been so far. My buddies and I played golf on the famed South Course at Torrey Pines this morning. What makes this course so special other than the pros play the Farmers Insurance Open there and also hosts the US Open from time to time? Well, quite frankly, it?s the pristine views from the fairways and greens that are situated on various cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
I can?t tell you how awesome it is to walk the course smoking Montecristo cigars bullshitting around with your buddies and teasing one another. I mean I lost a little bit of money today to my good buddy Mark whose been my golfing buddy for over a decade. I mean he?s a scratch golfer and I have a seven handicap but since we?re the better two players in our foursome today we decided to play a match game against each other.
Mark gave me three strokes as a handicap and he still whooped my ass. For a little more, shits and giggles we all played fairways, greens and birdies between the four of us. So, if you don?t know that means if your ball lands off of the fairway or the green or if your opponent makes a birdy (one under par for the hole) then you owe them money. I mean I was pretty proud of myself shooting a seven over par 79 which is pretty good for an amateur golfer for the level of this course. Most pros usually play the course at three over par.
We finished up at the Grille eating an early lunch and enjoying some single malt Scotch talking smack and our latest conquests of women. Remembering I still had responsibilities for the rest of the day I fumbled around looking for my cell when I realized that I left it at home. I needed to get back to the house by at least 2:30 in the afternoon to meet up with my sweet little Princess and get her off to her dance class. Then its off to see my sex therapist Dr. Chad Simpkins for my second session.
Half an hour later I was relaxing at the valet stand waiting for my car I felt half lit as I stood there. I shouldn?t have had that fourth glass of Scotch. ?Ah fuck it.? I thought to myself. ?I don?t have that far to go to get home and Princess? dance studio is only a few miles away from the house. So, I should be okay.? And then there it was, every time I see her pulling up I get a little chubby in my briefs. Several months ago, I was able to nab something special a BMW M8 Gran Coupe, convertible non the less. After a lot of groveling, begging and handshaking with some of the bigwigs at BMW I was able to nab one of the fifty concept cars that they produced. It cost me quite a shiny penny.
Handing the Valet, a twenty after making sure there were no dings, scratches or dents I got a nice smile from him. The convertible top was slipping under the trunk and my door was gently being shut. Pulling the I-pod out of the glove compartment I hit Van Halen then one of my favorite songs ?Panama? as I was driving away from the clubhouse. Top down, warm air hitting my face, the radio blasting, drumming away at my steering wheel like Alex Van Halen and heading down Torrey Pines Road with the ocean off to my right. I thought to myself ?What a great California fucking day.? After driving through the La Jolla Village traffic, I arrived safely at the gate at my beach front mansion. Pulling up the drive I noticed that my wife?s Land Rover wasn?t there and after the garage door opened and seeing it wasn?t in the garage either, ?She still must be out shopping and I made back before Princess? dance class.? I said to myself.
Pushing the button for the garage door to close I made my way to the front door of the house. Opening the door, I was viciously attacked by my eldest daughter her nickname is Angel. Catching her out of the corner of my eye Angel was airborne soaring at me with a cute cotton blue sundress and black Converse sneakers. Just as she landed on me she barked out ?Daddy?s HOME!!!!!!? Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her legs around my waist. This is one of the special thing?s I love about both of my daughters is how they?re always excited to see me when I walk in through our front door. They?ve been doing it since they were little girls and even though they?ve grown considerably it makes me feel like they are still those tiny little Cherubs from years past.
My arms wrapped tightly around her body squishing her bubbly A-cup breasts against my chest I said, ?Whew, my little Angel. Love you so much. You always know how to make Daddy feel so warm and loved every time he comes home.? Breathing in deeply I was intoxicated by the smell of Johnson