Whatever the reason, Larry and I were usually done by the time the older folks got ready and went out to play. This doesn’t mean I didn’t get my ...pportunity to see the object of my many teenage fantasies. I got to see her late each morning as she and the other women (some of whom were not so bad either) got ready to go out on the course. Ms. Nancy played golf in what they call a skort, which is a combination skirt and shorts, and a form fitting, but modest, polo shirt. She had great legs,. And that was on top of the vouchers we had for free drinks at the bar, and heaven forbid we don’t use all the vouchers. I forget what you drank, but me? I don’t know rum from vodka on the best of days. I opted for rum and coke. Rum and coke. Some wine. Add that to holding a huge fart inside of me for a few hours, and maybe you understand why I wasn’t fucking you as if the world were going to end the next day. I held back. Missionary was good, and I managed to do the deed in proper form and with. I pull off my scrub top and proceed to blindfold her with it. Iturn her around facing the chair. Bending her over, I have her put her elbowson the chair. I wheel the stool behind her and lower it. I want to work on herpussy. Thiswoman?s pussy is even better then her teeth, so very smooth. ?Did youshave for your visit?? I ask. ?No, Ishave everyday. But, I didn?t wear underwear for the visit. I never wearunderwear when I see you.? she replies. My cockgoes hard. I am not sure which answer aroused. She flew back to me a few minutes later, landing in the tree nearby. ‘Everything okay?’ I whispered nervously. Bird-Morrigan hopped around a little and cheeped softly. ‘Right. I’m an idiot. I’m going to assume it’s a yes, and stop asking dumb questions. Hop around some more or something if I’m assuming incorrectly.’ I could have sworn that bird face was grinning. After a bit she took off and flew away again, I assumed to ensure that they hadn’t come any closer. I waited, and waited, and.