Every swing seemed effortless and the balls sailed high and far. “You’re good,” I remarked after he hit his last ball. “Do you play by yours...lf?” I inquired. “Not usually, but I am today,” he responded, “ . . .unless you want to tag along.” “I’m not any good,” I replied, “ . .. but I’d love to watch you in action.” I chose my words carefully and discreetly, just to gage his reaction. “Come on,” he replied. I picked up my golf bag. “Let me,” he remarked, taking my bag and slinging it over his. In addition to allowing them to catch up on the more intimate portion of their relationship, Cyndi also hoped that it might allow for some intimate entertaining with Sean as well. Ever since her discussion with Sean yesterday, Cyndi couldn’t get the image of being taken by Sean and Reg at the same time out of her head. When she got to the office, Cyndi found herself once more thinking about playing with two cocks at the same time as she waited for the coffee to brew. If only she’d known that. I could not get him out of my mind. As I lay in bed that night, trying to go to sleep, all I could think about was the feeling I had when his body had touched mine. I begin to think about what it would feel like to have his hands on me. His hands caressing my body and before I knew it I was touching myself. I started by touching my neck and slowing moving down to my breast. I could feel over my tank top that my nipples were already getting hard. I imagined what it would feel like to have his. It's weird, you know, talking about your daughter’s body. It reminds me of the joke where the guy gets yelled at by his wife for watching porn because the girls are their daughters age. 'Is that what you do when you watch that? Think of your daughter?' She asks. 'No,' he says. 'I think of her friends'. So my wife and I were already out on the loungers for a while, and I had already jumped in for a swim and was back on the lounger. I was reading, in sunglasses, and my wife was next to me, on her.