Give me more of that cock. Don’t fucking stop. Fuck me you shit. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me with that cock. I need moooorrrrr...eeeeee.”Heather exploded with the orgasm of all orgasms.“Fuuuuuucccccckkkkk!!!!!”Brendon started to feel a funny feeling inside his thing. He quickly pulled out. Heather immediately responded.“Where the fuck do you think you are going with that cock?”“I need to go to the bathroom.”“No you don’t. You just need to cum.”“Huh?”“All that juice you. "Not exactly." I chuckle as I wrap it around her wrist, but not too tight so that it doesn't cut off circulation. I slide back a little bit and pull Paige over to the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor and face down in the mattress unable to use her hands to hold herself up. I step up behind her with my hard cock and spit on the tip of it before pressing my 8 inches against her slit. Paige doesn't say anything, she loves my cock and often remarks on the girth at 2 inches thick. But here. Jessica, this is Sue, Patrice, and Lisa."I smiled, what else could I do, and I felt my face turn red as I said hello.The girls, no doubt were coached not to dwell on me, tried their best to engage in chit-chat. I blandly answered their questions and soon, I began to warm up to them. They were very excited about the fireworks. Lisa and Patrice had brought their kids to see them."They're around here somewhere, raising hell as usual!" Lisa laughed."It's mommy's time," Patrice said as she downed. Her use of woods and irons was inconsistent but she looked teachable. The putting green was something else. She had this weird grip. I changed her grip, but she kept reverting back. It would defeat the benefits of hitting the ball long if she five-putted on every green.Miranda's friend Mary Sue hacked at the ball all day no matter what I did to help her. My guess was Miranda talked her friend into trying out with her. Mary Sue wasn't going to be selected. I worried a little about how they would.