I did not do much to cover up my own raging hard on. I stood there in front of the two of them, still fixated on Darren's oversized cock. "We knew tha... white boy," said Tyrone, "Your own little white prick gave that away. Now get on your knees. That's where your ass belongs now," he commanded.I listened. I sunk down to my knees. My dick pressed against the front of my boxers. In front of me Darren continued to stroke himself, completely naked. Tyrone leaned against the arm of the chair he just. "What did you expect?" I didn't know he was that old, honestly I didn't. He dyes his hair and looks a lot younger. He's thin, thin all over; you never saw such skinny legs, all three of them." She held up her forefinger."Is he well?"She nodded, going back to work on my waist buttons as I pulled off my boots. "He rides almost every day and drinks a bottle of port almost every night, falls asleep in his chair and two servants carry him up to his bed. He wakes to piss and that's when he sometimes. Across from us, two had been assisted to a large padded leather armchair where she was placed on all fours with her head buried in the base of the seat cushion. She looked so erotic as her legs were splayed and her rear proudly pointed out and up so that her shaved pussy was open and on full view. It was not left lonely for long though as one of the guests calmly walked up to her and slid his rigid cock straight in. He paused briefly to savour her warmth as he ground around deep in her and then. Pausing as I tried to think of a way to advantage of seclusion the wooded area offered. “We have to wait for the golf police,” I remarked. Brandy looked at me, confused. “The golf police?” she inquired. “Yes, the golf police,” I affirmed. Brandy was totally confused. I put my hand on her bare thigh, and patted it. “Don’t worry,” I remarked, “I’ll take care of the fine.” “Fine? What fine?” Brandy asked, sounding worried. “You didn’t know there was a fine for hitting your ball into the woods?” I.