My irons were still doing well, so by the end of the day I really cleaned up.They all accused me of sandbagging, but I honestly told them that I hadn'...t shot a score that low since college. I also mentioned that I was rusty, and I'd stayed for a few hours after our match the day before, to try to find my swing. They made me promise to come back, but with a new scoring arrangement.I spent the next couple of weeks working on my golf swing. One of the pros worked with me looking for flaws, and. He looked down at her writhing body and his cock jerked against the inside of her thighs, throbbing lustily once more.Suddenly he removed his fingers from her ass-hole and held his cock in his hand, stroking it gently, feeling as though he might comet at any moment. Gently, he pulled the foreskin back to reveal the bright-red knob.He tightened the grip on her waist, forcing her ass back against his thickened, demanding cock. It rode starkly against the deep crease of tier ass and ground against. She was a gem.“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Owen asked, coming back into the room and handing Luca his glass of scotch. “A friend found her at a deceased estate. Apparently, she’d been sitting in the attic collecting dust. Frances has her home now,” Owen said proudly.“The name suits her.”“It does rather, doesn’t it?” Owen smiled. Still standing, he took a generous sip of scotch and walked toward the stereo in the corner of the room, which looked shockingly modern and out of place in its environment.. I moved over and sat next to her and started to run her shoulders and neck. She let me know that it felt wonderful, but that I wasn’t really getting the spot as it had moved lower down now. So I suggested that she lay down and I could better reach that spot. She said ok, and lay on her stomach; I pulled her tank top up and started rubbing her back. I asked if I could undo her bra and she said sure, so unclip the bra I did. I was sitting her behind and rubbing her back and she was making ummmm.