Trevor said, "Why, what did you have in mind?"And my wife said, "How about dinner at our resort? There is a great restaurant there with a bar that is ...imply outstanding. Meet us at the bar at 8:00 and I'll have dinner reservations made for the four of us. Does that work for you two?"Trevor and Michael looked at each other and, at the same time, said, "Sure, we'll see you guys then." We shook hands and as we turned to leave, I couldn't help but notice my wife's hard nipples under her silk. ‘Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!’ she groaned when he slid a finger into her sopping wet opening. His lips arrived on the verge of her lush pubic forest, then continued through it. ‘Greg!!! Please!!! I need you!!!’ she begged. Her hips began to move wildly as his finger thrust in and out. When Greg’s tongue touched her clit and Abby exploded into paroxysms of ecstasy. ‘Ggggggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! Greg!!! Greg!!! Oh, Greg!!! Yesssssssssssssssss!!! Oh, yesssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!’ she cried. Greg held Abby. . fuuuck,” he bellowed, as he unloaded with his body convulsing.The reward was unbelievable because he not only had the sweetest cum I had ever tasted, but the volume of spunk was spectacular.After I cleaned his genitals with him twitching during the process, I moved my body upward and lay next to him.“That was un-fuckin’-believable,” he panted.“For me too,” I informed him, before resuming, “You have the sweetest spunk I have ever tasted.”“Really?” he asked, with a delighted look on his. Maintaining focus was always her greatest challenge. She told me that she got to thinking about sex and would feel horny and aroused and then she couldn't hit the ball straight. It wasn't like the rest of us didn't think about sex sometimes while we golfed, but we were better able to keep focus.Tiffany was focused but she still struggled mightily at the long and the intermediate game. Once she was on the green, she could get the ball down in one or two shots, sometimes three, but she couldn't.