It was commissioned in 1923 by Henry Ford himself.I drove up to the main gate of the country club, where a uniformed security officer stopped me. He w...nt on to inform me that the club was closed for an event and that only guests were allowed through the main gate. There was a fan entrance about another half mile down the road. It was marked, and I could enter the property through that area. I responded I was here for the golf tournament as a competitor and gave him my name. I asked him to. This thought ran through my head before the world exploded in white light. I didn't even know I was close to orgasm but there it was, overtaking me. I felt the beads of sweat from Bobbi's face landing hot on my stomach, mixing with the puddle of cum that was collecting there. She yelled, "Oh, shit, yes!" and started jack-rabbiting inside of my ass as she came, too. She pulled out of me and I felt the void where her cock had been crying out for her to be inside of me again. I turned on my side,. When I stood up I looked to the other blow jobs, they were gone but there was one guy watching TV. He took my hand and asked me to sit down with him and I did. He thanked me and I told him it was very much my pleasure.He asked me if I liked being watched when playing here? I said that I never really gave it much thought then he asked if I came into the small area for less of a chance of being watched. You didn’t see that while you were sucking me a few guys stopped and watched for a while. "No!" She screamed and hung up. I pursed my lips in thought, "Well, we've made a little progress. She's cracking." I smiled smugly and went back to my computer, giving writing another try. The words actually began to flow onto the screen, but they were slow in coming and not wonderfully poetic, but at least I was writing again. It was a re-entry into the world of the living, and I couldn't wait to see Jeanie again. I wondered, for the thousandth time, if she might lend me her diary from time to.