Golf Carts Can Be Dangerous!
Many years ago, during my married days, just prior to my divorce. . . 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 from
under the cart.
"John, she said (firm, loose breasts moving beneath her white, silky robe):
"Forget your troubles.
"Come to my villa, rest a while and I'll help you get the cart up later."
"That's really 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, super 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 better go now."
"Don't be silly!" said Elizabeth with a smile, letting her robe fall open
slightly.
"She won't know anything.
"By the way, where is she?"
"Still under the cart, I guess."
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