Over her shoulder I said in a low deep voice, “OK. Stay focused, arms straight. Let me draw you back and then I’ll follow through with you. Ready?...Draw, pause a moment at the top, follow through.”It was awkward the first time. Second time smoother. Third time like quicksilver. “Feel how I’m tightening down on my right hand throughout. It forces better control of the club, prevents the slice.”I backed away, sweat dripping down my forehead, sure she would turn around and see my erection pressed. "You don't want any more photographic evidence?" Samantha asked.He didn't answer, because it was more than obvious. She took some pictures of Hannah sucking the life out of his cock. Rich was moaning really loudly as he heard the camera going off."Oh yes, Rich. The camera loves you too," Samantha said.Rich smiled at that, and then Hannah got down on the floor. She could really get a grip down there, and she certainly did. Samantha made sure to get Hannah's good side, and then about five minutes. While squeezing my cock tightly in my fist, I reached out with my left index finger to pick up the drip and to smooth it over my now very swollen pink knob, wondering what is this strange liquid was that I had never seen before. It was silky smooth, clear and oil like in texture and the sensation of spreading it over my entire knob was nothing short of electric. I still had no idea what was going to happen next. In some ways it was like I wasn't in control. The speed of my stroking increased by. Wanting to hide, I ducked under the water in pursuit of Justin and continued on with the game as if nothing had happened. However, not wanting the same thing to happen again, my chase became a little more careful, trying to pin one of the boys in a corner, rather than having to lunge for them again. However, after a couple minutes of this, it became clear that in order to touch one of them, I would have to take another chance. The chance presented itself shortly thereafter when, after hearing.