"Thanks," she said, as she placed the last of the food on the shelves over the mini fridge and microwave. "So what are you two doing back here so earl...y? I thought you were going golfing."Ben took the liberty of responding. "We did. Sort of. But the clientele turned ugly so we left. Besides, we decided we'd rather hang out with you anyways."Kaija snorted. "Sure... Whatever you say, Ben," she teased. "But the last time you were here, you couldn't leave fast enough!"Ben's cheeks turned a deep. It appealed to the cheap side of me to use the US Open as a method to get to play there for free. NO golf course is worth what is charged for a round at Pebble, unless they have hookers giving complementary blow jobs on the front and back nines and a free open bar. I know Pebble is pretty upscale but I have never heard of anyone claiming to have received THAT level of service there.Monday morning at my first Vegas golf course I got all the information I could about how to establish a handicap. "Come...come for your big brother."I did. I came. I came hard, my pussy quaking and pulsing around my brother's thick cock.“Oh God, oh God,” I breathed. “Jack...”He gave me a few seconds to recover before his arm muscles flexed and he drew himself back to fill me."I love it when you come on my cock like that,” he said, rocking his hips, filling me again and again. “I love how wet you get...you're absolutely dripping right now. I've missed fucking you, sweetheart."When we were alone he was. A five foot diameter bale five feet long can weigh a thousand pounds. The benefits though are great. They don't require shelter or stacking. The farmer puts a synthetic stocking over the things and leaves them in the field like a windrow. A stab attachment in the place of a hydraulic front bucket lets the farmer move them around on demand. A little work with a corn knife and it's an instant feeding station. Hmm. Wells, windmills, stock tanks and water heaters would have to be in place before.