I had people around me and I didn't care about groping this stranger with his now hard dick and I was horny enough for him, but why Him. His right han... made its way to my breast and felt my hard nipple through my dress and whispered to me, "Come on lets feed." I was in a trance, I walked with this guy out the club and found myself in a dark back alley. He unbuttoned his pants, pushed my head down and now I stooping in front of him with his long, thick black dick in my mouth and I was sucking. Visualize your shots and think about smooth swings."Dave nodded agreement but he kept hearing his mind say, "You're playing the Canadian Open with Mike Weir. This must be a dream."The crowd was even larger today then it was the previous two days. There were thousands of people standing around the tee. Dave was happy he didn't have to hit first as he listened to Bob Estes get introduced. Dave had his driver in his hand and he took several practice swings trying to focus on his golf instead of. " Right, me neither," Duane nodded with a smirk, then got serious again. "And, just between you and me, I'd been getting a little concerned about Cory, anyway. He's put on some weight; he hasn't been getting out and hiking like I've been doing. I can't help but wonder if maybe we'd get going, maybe get a hundred miles on, and he'd burn out on me. I'd have to quit, or else go on solo." So maybe it's just as well." Right," Duane sighed. "It's just that we've planned this trip for so damn long,. Then he'd dress up and turn into a sweet fuckboy like me. We did 69 together, too. Fucking and sucking with Jack was wonderful. I knew I was going to get some cock soon when I arrived at Jack's motel room Thursday night at ten-thirty p.m. and he answered the door wearing just his bath towel around his waist. He had just come out of the shower and he was ready for me to suck him good as soon as I entered his room the way he planned it. "Well, come on in, little honey," said Big Jack. "You are.