"I parked the car and we walked in to the clubhouse. Mark, the pro, came up and said hello. "Has anyone asked for me this morning?" I asked."No one ye...t, but Tom, Frank, and George are on the range. Your tee times aren't for an hour." Can you fix my friend up with a set of clubs?" Sure can," he said. He turned to go to the back of the pro shop and Michael followed him.I heard the door open and turned to see Phil walk in. "Good morning," he said. "Did the party go on much longer after we left?". I felt the movement of her hand as it insinuated itself between her widespread thighs and began massaging her swollen clit before she began to pull herself slowly from my intruding cock. I left the entire process to her as I watched my shaft alternately appear and disappear with the rocking of her shapely derriere as she fucked me with a slow, methodical determination. But alas, I was not long for this pleasure, as I could feel the pressure building at the base of my deeply embedded prick. I. Her aroma was musky and powerful. Cynthia spread her legs much further apart and angled her groin just right so that he could enter either hole with his sliding, velvety tongue. He could see Cynthia’s face blushing with lust and shame as he triggered her hot blood to start racing through her veins. His hands groped and felt her up, squeezing her firm, shapely tits and pinching the stiff nipples gently. He’d climaxed a lot already and it took along time for him to revive. However, the lengthy. Matt looked as ifhe'd been slapped. "I'm so sorry," she said. But, of course, it was toolate.Matt seldom got visibly got mad or lost his temper. It wasn't a virtueso much as it was a matter or principle, a perpetual reprimand of theirlong-absent, long-disowned father who, throughout their harrowingchildhood, was forever losing his. For a moment there, Matt lookedstartlingly like the old man now, ready to turn the table over."I can't believe you said that, you son of a bitch." That didn't come.