" So what are you going to do?" George asked as his five iron came to rest on his shoulder. The ball hit the slope at the back of the green and rolled...back toward the hole."Damned if I know!" Trent had cut his losses and chipped out of the rough, but the seven iron shot from the fairway put him smack in the bunker. "I've got maybe two more quarters before the board decides we need new blood, and if I don't come up with something, I guess I'll be pounding the pavement." Excuse me, sir!" Phil. I rubbed my bottom harder over his crotch. That made him pinch my nipples so hard, I cried out.He ran his hands down my tummy and unzipped my jeans. His hands caught the cheeks of my bottom and he spread them. He placed his hardness between the crack of my bottom."Keep moving," he said roughly.He pulled my hips towards him and away. He kept watching my expression in the mirror. "Do you like this?" I moaned in response. I could see my breasts swaying from his movements. This made me even wetter. Remember, don't get any smoke in your lungs."The shaman was so anxious to try the cigarette that he practically jerked it out of my hand. He put it between his lips and, despite my repeated warnings, drew in a mighty breath through the cigarette. Of course, he exploded in a fit of coughing as soon as the smoke hit his lungs. He dropped the cigarette into some dry grass; I was afraid that it would start a fire so I took the time to stomp it out.He continued to cough, and there was nothing I. It was obvious that he was losing his patience because as soon as his finger slipped inside, he jammed his shaft into me and started pounding away. Feeling the double penetration I so desperately desired caused me to writhe and squirm under him. "Mmm, that's exactly what you wanted wasn't it?" he whispered into my ear before swiping his tongue across it. I could now feel his penis pulsating in me. "You're so hot and tight I could just paint your insides with my cum right now." I began grinding.