We walked over to their SUV where they loaded up their golf bags with beer and bourbon. “You’ll need to wear golf shoes,” one of them remarked,...looking at the flip-flops on my feet. I bent over and rumbled through my backpack, removing the tennis shoes I had brought. I could hear whispering and noticed that my skirt had ridden up my body, exposing my panties and ass. “Boys will be boys,” I murmured to myself. I was well aware of their gawking as I remained bent over, putting on my shoes. I. After a moment, probably a few minutes, she raised her head with a shy smile.“Listen,” I said in a low and calm tone, “it was rude for me to chuckle, but it wasn’t for your accent or your mispronunciation. It was only because I had to do something to change the direction of my thoughts. I’m here with a beautiful Italian woman, with an incredibly sexy accent, and a body to dream of, and all these is arousing me. I needed something to distract me, or I was going to ask you to skip dinner and go. Mike adjusted his position so that he was straddling my head with his knees, his hard cock just above my face. I took his shaft in my hand and guided it to my mouth. The angle was perfect and I easily took his full length into my throat as he began to pump his hips in time with his fist vigorously thrusting in and out of my pussy. Mikes cock was deep in my throat when it began to pulsate in orgasm. I swallowed quickly, never even tasting it as he pumped his come into my throat. He continued. Eva watched as Wolfgang emptied the eight round magazine in her Walther P5 pistol, firing into the side of a gravel covered hill a dozen meters away. They were in the Black Forest, several kilometers along an old road built for the lumber industry twenty years before when logging had been a big business. The place was littered with shot up cans, broken bottles, and tatters of paper targets. It had long been a favorite spot for weekend gun enthusiasts from Stuttgart and the smaller local towns.