Laughing and squirming out from under 45 pounds worth of wagging fur, I realize that I never leave her outside when I leave. Simultaneously, I realize...that the lights are on in my living room as well. I shake my head, blaming my forgetfulness on my mother’s very early morning phone call. ‘What?’ ‘Are you ever going to get up?’ ‘I’ll be right there.’ Throwing a stick for the dog, I slip my key into the lock. I let out a soft groan as it turns with no resistance, indicating my morning confusion. "Well, you know what you could do to have that all the way?" I asked, smiling. "I know, I know," sighed Anna, "upgrade to Gold." "Exactly," I said, "later!" And I was gone, off to the next room. By the time I had reached the end of the hallway, I had taught one couple a new position, given two unfinished thirty second blow-jobs, and licked one pussy for thirty seconds. I absolutely love giving head, so it was really difficult to stop, but I elicited three promises to upgrade to Gold status, so. Brad realized that Dacey’s touch was near-perfect close in, so he always took the first putt. To Dace’s cheers, he even sank one long one. Far more often, though, she would be crouched low well behind his ball as he took their first putt. Regardless of the length, in every case except one she made the necessary correction when she took her turn and sank hers.For his part, Brad found he loved to watch Dacey swing a golf club. She said her body was scrawny, but it was anything but. She was a. I knew the demanding kiss was intended to keep me as quiet as possible but I couldn’t help but return it with equal urgency and demand. I wanted this as much as you did. I felt one of your hands release my aching nipple and slither down to my fiery cunt. Your fingers rough as they worked between the slick folds and against my erect clit. I cried out, your mouth the only thing keeping the sound to a minimum, as my hips bucked against your questing fingers. I ached for those same fingers to worm.