I can go right to bed and then get up about the time that Heather gets home and then have dinner and spend the evening with her, or I can do yard work... work around the house or run errands until noon and then go to bed. My preference is to work until noon, but I always check with Heather to see what she wants me to do. On nights that she will be home she usually wants me to go right to bed, but on nights that she is going shopping or things like that she doesn't care what I do. Recently,. "Can I taste that sweet cunt, Randy?" he asked."You bet," Randy said, "and I'm sure Cindy would like to suck everyone's cock too, wouldn't you baby?"Cindy groaned. By now she was lost in a lust-crazed haze. "Yes, please...let me suck them..fuck me with those big, beautiful cocks..."The card game lay forgotten on the table as everyone stripped off their clothes and Cindy was lowered to the floor. Joe lay between her legs slurping at the juices her pussy was producing. His tongue swirling around. My Clara was sexier than her mother, who still turned heads all over town in her mid-thirties. I figured I wasn’t the only person who had naughty thoughts about Clara, but I was certainly the naughtiest of those entertaining such fantasies.My eyes closed, Clara’s imaginary ass – which I hadn’t seen in real life since she was maybe five years old – was wiggling in my face. I was jerking off with abandon and nearing climax when I heard the bathroom door shut. My eyes sprung open and I reflexively. She hit it very far indeed, but not straight. Her ball veered far-right -- safe from the water hazard but deep in the trees and undergrowth. She was, perhaps, closer to the pin than her rival, but unless she had a miracle lie, she was going to have a far-tougher second shot.When we got there, a little crowd was standing in a semicircle, a polite distance from Tess' ball. The lie was not that bad, and there wasn't much debris to contend with in the little clearing where her ball had come to.