On our way to the food court, I took a moment to glance over and give Samantha's mom the once over. She seemed okay, rather attractive for her 40 year... of age, her strawberry blonde hair hung about her shoulders and framed her green eyes rather nicely. I couldn't detect any sag in her breasts, which I guessed were either a very full C cup, or just barely a D cup, which was the part that really confused me, as her daughter had only a B cup according to Sara, who felt it necessary to share that. Greg putted first and rolled his ball just past the hole. He tapped in for birdie. Steve missed his birdie putt and settled for par. Dave had a straight uphill putt and he rolled it into the right side of the hole - a birdie to start.Dave and Greg both played well and Dave drew even to Greg several times just to see Greg pull ahead again. With five holes remaining, Dave was two strokes behind. He was four under for his round while Greg was five under. Steve was now seven strokes behind Dave, so. It responded enthusiastically, and at the base of his penis he began to feel a pleasant, urgent tightness, one which increased in urgency each time he slid himself back in. It was an addicting sensation, and he sank back into her more and more furiously each time, enjoying the building pressure, but confident in his ability to control himself. Overconfident, as it turned out, he indulged in that tempting embrace one time too many, and his cock's suddenly unbearable tightness triggered something. 'Do you remember when Josh was finished? Do you remember the look on her face?''Aye, she was dreamy eyed.''Don't know how the old bastard does it!' Josh was old, not many Africans in Zimbabwe lived to such an age. Perhaps he was younger. It was hard to imagine Josh having sex with a white girl. His own cock had already stiffened. It was not just Josh, but all his friends, taking turns with a pretty white girl the thought was shocking but David also found the idea very erotic. Was it Sarah they.