Those unlucky enough to find themselves without a dance would have to be content making conversation and offering to fetch a glass of punch in hopes o... catching Ellie’s eye. Sabrina was content to entertain those left behind as Ellie’s hand was claimed for the next dance. Ellie had gained a certain following, the same young men returning to her court night after night. Most of them were used to seeing Sabrina by her side and sincerely enjoyed talking with her while Ellie danced. There was. Mustache. Collared shirt. He had hold of my right arm.“We get to fuck her.” Shoulder-length hair. Day's growth of beard. Vintage Van Halen tee. He had my hair clenched in one hand, my left wrist in the other.“I don’t know. Seems a little wrong?” He looked hesitant.“Scott said she wants it. Do you?” I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Not drunk, but he’d been drinking enough to lower his inhibitions and morals.“Oui,” I managed, out of breath from running, both scared and incredibly turned. Then my view was blocked by the huge dick of the fourth guy who just forcefully shoved it in my mouth from out of the blue, surprising me."Fuck lookin over there at that bitch, yo. You gettin yours, too, slut. SSSUCK my big, black dick!" I guess they had built stamina after a few The first guy continued to thrust upwards into my aching ass as I greedily slurped the dark meat in my mouth while also admiring his well toned buff beauty of a body. Then, I pulled off for a minute to suck his sweaty. For the whole front nine I'd managed to keep them pretty well separated except on the tees and on the greens. I'd already seen them bumping into each other at least fifteen times on the front nine. Uncle Bunny was having a good time too, just relieved that he wasn't a party to anything that was taking place between those two.I shot a thirty nine on the back nine, including an eagle on the par five twelfth hole. From the ladies tees, it was only four hundred and fifty three yards from tee to.