You know the old cliché where the buff guy is stood behind the cute girl as she cues her pool-shot or takes aim to swing a golf-club? Well imagine that scenario with your own mature golf-coach, then imagine that you suddenly feel something hard against you.
There’s no-one around for acres and I’m dying to know what one feels like inside me. You’ve already gone too far, Mr. Lassiter. Why not go a little further?
