We could tell it was one guy, and as he got even closer, we realized it was the Pro we had our lesson from. We waited just past the green to say hello... and to let him tee off first and go ahead. I knew as he got closer he would be able to realize Emma was not wearing a bra and could see her nipples through her top, I was loving it. We only had three holes to play. After he finished on the green he came up next to us and said hello and asked how we were doing, I was sure by the time he got up to. “Well, shit,” said Barb. She unceremoniously stood up and removed her sports bra and cutoffs. No panties- this was a treat. “I was hoping to do a real sexy strip tease for you, but not if you’re unavailable.” “What about for me?” I asked. She looked me up and down, and then frowned. “You’re probably a nice boy, but frankly I prefer guys who work out a lot. And whose underwear doesn’t date from the Jurassic Period.” Sonja hadn’t cared about my tighty-whiteys, so I didn’t particularly give a. .. okay.”Silence.“If it hurts, you stop immediately.”“No, it’s... It’s not painful.” Pause. “It feels... uhm.”“If it feels good, that’s totally normal, Eric. We males are truly the crown jewel of creation, with the G-spot installed up our asses. Hashtag, intelligent design. Nothing you can to about the feeling.” Pause. “And I’m guessing the outside arm of the toy is also pressing up against your perineum a bit. It’s bound to get you a little, you know, tingly. That’s fine.”“Wh—What if it’s...”. Without thinking he slid toward her and wrapped her in his arms. He felt her shaking against his chest while her tears made his shirt wet. Finally she stopped crying and sat back up. She smiled and rummaged in her purse until she found a hanky to wipe her face."Thank you again John. Now could you please just take me home?"When they got to the old hotel John pulled to the curb and stopped. He now remembered it had been converted into apartments by the woman that owned it. He had heard some.