I’m not sure but that we didn’t just unpack and get in bed immediately. Pretty sure we did (!). Dinner was at a local restaurant we walked to, upo... recommendation of the proprietor of the hotel. It was lovely. I started with tomatoes and mozzarella, sprinkled with basil, then had andouille sausage. We retired at a decent hour for our first ever night together when our families were not nearby. Did we make love some more? I’m pretty sure we must have!Thursday we woke up pretty early and fucked. I was only too happy to go along with Dulcie’s advice. I was just too far out of my ‘comfort zone’, as they say these days. She did, however, insist that I take the lead as Alice’s pastor. She came to the Manse the week after our initial meeting, and we stepped over to the old chapel, which dates from the early nineteenth century. I love the old place, austere though it is. I really believe that there is something about a place where there has been a lot of prayer from a lot of people, for many. Could not see her that well, or see where the balls she hit landed. When she walked towards the first tee, with her caddie, Bill let out a low whistle. “Whew, this gal is stacked.” Then, I recognized her. Stumbling on the words, I said. “Damn, that is Kelly Morgan. The Kelly Morgan that plays on the Ladies Professional Golf Tour.” As she walked up to us, she looked us over with a cool detachment. Her bearing was that of the professional that has been scrutinized by thousands of fans as she. I looked around the room and saw there were now 6 or 7 guys there, I'm honestly not sure. But I felt the guy fucking me cum in me again. I must have looked a mess to the newcomers my pussy dripping with cum and cum on my stomach and breasts. Someone else then mounted me and started fucking me. I was moaning and yelling as I came for at least the 4th time. Looking back now, these guys weren't very creative. They all fucked me in missionary style, but that was probably best. I was probably.