No, they, (professional golfers and aforementioned), pall into insignificance when your average club buddy is talking about the courses they have play...d around the world.Such as:St Andrews? Oh Yah, I've played there. Wonderful course and quite difficult you know. Meaning they were totally embarrassed, played like a novice and probably lost a dozen balls in the process. But, at least they can say they've played there.St Mellion? Oh of course, dear boy, play there all the time.TPC Sawgrass? Yep,. "Beer time?" she asks. "Yes please" I yell into the kitchen. She brings me a beer right as the game starts and snuggles up to me without saying a word. At that first commercial I turn to her and say "I'm sorry. I really wasn't trying to get anything started and then leave you hanging there". "I'm not mad, I very much enjoyed the pussy rubbing attention. It was fun to have some naked patio time on naked weekend before the game. Thank you for all the touching". For some reason this really. Theresa and Reny were cryinginconsolably and all the others were really sad too. The last 3 monthshad brought all of closer, like one big family, I myself was on theverge of tears. As some of us regained some composure, we startedplanning what to do next, we had to go after Buddy and Thomas, but wedidn't know where to look. We decided that if we were to be caught, wemight as well go as a group, at least we would know where they tookthem.We started towards the third enclosure, where the attack. I let out a few key sounds of pleasure. He took out his fingers, and held the key. He inserted it into the lock. He opened the door. ?I’m not letting you out,? he says. ?I’m just opening the door so there’s nothing in between me and you.? Fair enough.He held his cock with two fingers and inched it into my pussy. He grasped the top of the cage with one hand, and reached in to grab my hair with the other. He wasn’t kind. He didn’t have a condom. I could feel his cum in my pussy. I could feel it.