This happened four days into my eight-day trip on a Wednesday night. Innocently enough, I had chatted with a fifty-something ginger-bear man named Bri...n (from San Diego) at the bar earlier in the day and that evening he introduced me to a few men he knew casually. Sean (a fireplug of a guy from New York) and Mike (from Rhode Island I think). I was wearing only a towel, folded in half to show off my legs of course. I stand out with my long hair but the three of them were very friendly. Alcohol. I said congratulations Mrs. Patel and well done you have the makings of becoming a good golfer, she smiles and giggled and then told me to call her Sara. For the next 30 minutes I continued to guide her swing each time she made it a practice to press her ass directly on to my bulge. I was wearing light cotton trousers and there was no way I could hide the outline of my cock. I asked Sara if she had enough of the driving range and suggested we go onto the golf course which was deserted to try a. Then I planted a kiss on her cleavage. I signalled her to raise her hand she obeyed. I lifted her tops to her up and removed her red dress. It was similar to a curtain l raiser ;)I got a view of her white bra inside which there were two juicy melons. I was in no mood, just removed the bra, threw away and buried my face in her left boob. I kissed her areola, licked around her left nipple (guys, it was seriously lie a cherry on an ice-cream; I swear this is the best nipple I’ve ever tasted). My. My Dad breathed hard in the phone- I could almost see him spitting into his end of the line. I smiled, took my cigar back from the cocky stud rocking in my sling, and put my knuckles together. I took the little brown bottle off his furry chest and handed it to him. He screwed the bottle open and breathed heavily in one nostril and then the other. I grabbed one of his booted feet and slipped it through the leather stirrup on the sling, and then did the same with the other.He held the brown.