I guided her to her feet and turned her around, now bending her over the sink. I went to my knees and licked up and down the backs of her legs. She ha... pulled her pantyhose back up so I reached up and tore a hole in the ass of her pantyhose so I could tongue fuck her ass. I licked and tongued her asshole while I played with her pussy, one hand rubbing her clit and one with my fingers in her pussy tickling her G-Spot. She started to shudder and I could tell she was cumming again. I stood to my. We picked up our clubs and the ball, and headed back out onto the fairway. We got in the cart and Steve headed up the fairway to collect his ball, then we headed back to the clubhouse. On the way, he was hailed by a group of four blokes at the fourth hole. 'Oh crap, I have to stop. Sorry Nicki. One of these boys is the chairman's son--can't ignore him." All I could do was shrug. I really did look a mess, but we couldn't just drive past. He pulled up to these guys--they actually looked like. “I have to have all my bras made special because my titties are so big,” she said. I didn’t know what to do. I was confused and embarrassed by the painful erection that I could feel straining against my pants. I soon realized that Ms. Candy’s big soft breasts smelled of sweet perfume as she now began to move her shoulders so that her breasts rubbed back and forth across my face. “Oh, that feels so good,” she whispered, and then she brought my face around to the front of her big left tit. I. Hell, he had seen literally hundreds of dancers, for some nutty reason this one stuck in his head. But during her evening and night shifts he was there every single time. Each time they ended up at a café, talking for hours. Once he even went to work with no sleep, ending up dozing in the office off and on all day. Things went just like that off and on for several weeks. Darin wanted to make a move, try something, but being mostly standoffish and shy, he never did. It was like the two of them.