I bought a couple of new burn phones, then I activated them. I also bought a vacuum cleaner before I left. I had to tie it on the trike, but It wasn't...hard to do.I rode the trike back to the downtown. "Hi there Mary Ellen," I said once I was inside her boutique and upscale antique store. "Come on out let me show you my new trike sear." Sure, " She said following me outside. "So whats going on?" Are you all paid up on your taxes from the movie industry?" I said."Hell, I don't know, why?" she. We lay tiered and spent some time cuddling in gratification.Now the animal in me was satisfied. But Mam insisted me to go to her house daily. That was risky and I am not a machine. We finally agreed to meet every Monday-Wednesday and Friday at her home and in between she can come to shop for some necking. The timetable was adhered meticulously. Weekly three days at her home and each visit have sex at least two times. She would visit my shop on Tuesdays, Thursday and Sundays and somehow make. She laughed with delight and started surveying the scene. She zipped off in the cart to alert any innocent bystanders.Thirteen, a par five, was a wicked dogleg left with a green hidden behind a small rise and a section of trees. Bailey and Sophie drove the ball down the middle of the fairway. I didn't even pretend I was headed that way. I lined up and drove the ball through the trees that guarded the left-hand side and onto the adjacent fairway on No. 8.It worked out better than I'd planned. I wasn't sure what it was but it was warm and while being hard, I think it was someones cock since I had fucked myself once with a dildo my mom had in her dresser that I had found one time. Then, I felt a guy start fucking me and I knew right then that I was getting ass fucked and figured that this was gonna hurt AND take a while since so many guys were there! The guy busted a load in me and then another guy followed by another and another. I was so sore and so full of cum that I started crying.