The sensations were divine: spasms of pleasure rippling out from my groin and right up my spine each time I pushed myself in. I grunted louder, feelin... the pressure building again as I got closer to release. I nearly lost myself in the intensity; in her girlish pants and moans and squeaks; in the delectable sight of her still frantically pawing between her friend’s legs whilst I thrust in and out of her with increasing intensity. It was a living fantasy, so intense that I had to force myself to. Her emotional demands and needs were going to be at an all time high, and I fully intended to do my best to fulfill those needs.As she slipped off her shoes, she asked me to undress. As soon as my pants hit the floor, she pushed me gently into a chair, while I worked on my shirt and tie. Very slowly in front of me, she began to undress. a music-less striptease performed from the heart. She removed the top strap from her dress, allowing it to slide down over her chest, but bunching it at her. I could feel his erection through his jeans, but I didn't quite know what to do with it. I moved my hand in circles against the bulge in his pants as he slid his finger past my panties and rubbed hard against a spot about an inch above my clit. Frustrated and embarrassed, I didn't know what to do, but I started to feel that bored feeling creep in again. Santiago seemed to be feeling just as frustrated, so he moved my hand away from his crotch and unzipped his jeans, freeing his throbbing. “Bob? Hello?”“Dick!” I smack him back. “What?”“Open it already.”In front of me is a box. Okay, I’m a complete jackass; I’ve ignored everyone the whole meal. I open the box. It’s a nice pair of golf gloves and four passes to Dad’s golf club. Which, I gotta admit, is pretty cool. “Bradford, you play?”“I little. I mostly ride in the cart and drink beer.”“Good. We can let Dad and Dick here vie for the Master’s.” I clear my throat. “Look, sorry I’ve been a bit distracted tonight...” Cindy and Franc.