Overturned golf cart

[ericandrews331@msn.com]

One day, riding on a golf course hill, I hit a rock and my golf cart overturned.
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 Stan, and I'm okay thanks," I replied as I pulled myself out of the twisted cart.
"Stan," she said, (firm loose breasts undulating 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 mighty 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, very, very sexy and very persuasive ... I was weak. "Well okay," I finally agreed but repeated, "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 best go now."
"Don't be silly!" Elizabeth said 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," I said.

[trainsafe]

I laughed.

My wife didn't. Go figure.

did you take a scotch to your wife ?

[lockman1]

And to think all of this time I thought your name was Eric!

[ericandrews331@msn.com]

Originally Posted by lockman1

And to think all of this time I thought your name was Eric!