Anyway, my dick was pointing to the sky. And one of the old guys turned you around, pointing. See slut? Your beloved man has a hard on. He fancys seei...ng you. He told you to sit down, and sitting there, commanded to zip down his pants. You openend the buttom, zipped down and your small hand, with your wedding ring finger, went inside and after some fombling you pulled out his semi erected cock. He had gray pubic hairs, I could see. The man laughed, you have to work hard today. Old men dont cum. My desk was set in an open area near the entrance to the clubhouse. To get to the pool, you had to go to the main entrance of the club house, and enter it through either the men’s or women’s locker rooms. I was finding by about 3 PM on my first day that maybe my fun summer of hanging out at the country club might not have been all that it was cracked up to be in my mind. It was at about that moment that a stunning 5’8” blonde walked through the doorway. I don’t think she noticed me, but I. Fuck! I feel amazing. And I love walking around and hearing the echo of my heels on the wooden flooring, it is such a turn on. The girls give me a constant supply of new things they want to see me in. I love wearing it all but modelling it for them and knowing they want to see me in it is an incredible turn on. This is living the girly dream.Then they all want to experiment with my make up, showing me things, teaching me things, explaining what does what and their favourite brands and trying. "I will show you all just how long your insides are!"The man began to shove the yard stick into my virgin asshole. The feeling was nothing new to me, as I often fondled myself to the thought of Evan Cranshaw. One inch went in, then two inches, then three, four, five, six, all the way up to 15 inches. I moaned in unimaginable pain as I felt the rust scrape my intestines and the splinters stick themselves into the walls of my insides. He then let go of the wooden stick, and exclaimed,"Wow! Would.