Round of golf, where i’d beat you so badly you’d be sucking your thumb & crying like a girl.
Then i’d drink you under the table & send you back home to your wife, sorry, milf.
I might give her a pity fuck as you lay in a drunken haze, shattered by your days failings, then back home for tea, a satisfied & contented man…hoorah!
@ucme You better bring your game as LucilleLucillelucille was the only other Jelly that I feared on the links….and by the time we made it to the 19th hole you would be so wiped out you would not notice the fact that I don’t drink and I would be taking pictures of your nakedness sprawled out in the sand trap and post on FaceBook.
You would come to a race with my husband and me and meet our friends. Get your hands dirty if you want to help the racers change tires and fix whatever needs fixing. You can come down into the pits and communicate to the drivers any flags, or just sit back and watch all the goings on. Dinner out that night with the whole crazy bunch of us.
Haha, love the way @Cruiser‘s reply to me was the only one to receive lurve, seems some sensitive souls were offended by what I said to him. Aww, bless, it was banter, said in jest, we do it quite often…calm down :P