Brandy smiled. “Well, the back nine is easy,” she remarked, “I’ll see you on the course.” There was something about her smile and the way sh... looked at me that made me feel very special. I had run across flirtatious beverage cart girls before, but none quite like Brandy. I teed off on ten and my ball skewered right and over some trees. I found it pretty easily and was back on course very quickly. I managed the hole at one over par. On eleven, I hooked another t-box shot. I scoured the tall. Sandy checked over the apartment one more time just to be sure everything was perfect. She had an impressive assortment of wine and liquor and a beautiful tray of finger food arranged on her modest coffee table. She had brought in several chairs from the dining room to make sure that everyone would have a place to sit. Plus, the dining room chairs would be easy to arrange once the entertainment arrived – she wanted to make sure everyone could get a good view. For now, though, she had the chairs. Finally, she pulled me close, and said she was having “mini” orgasms from the feeling, and she was afraid she was going to have a full blown climax any minute and was worried she would embarrass me. I figured that was enough stimulation for the moment, and we made our goodbyes and headed for the car.Once inside the car, I leaned over and kissed her, and began playing with her breasts and her nipples. I slipped my hand under her dress and let my finger slide up her soaking slit and then. I stare at her body as she sits next to me and cuddles up . While we sit there watching tv i ask how her trip went . she sits up with a big smile and asks me to follow her to her room so i obliged. As i sit down on her bed she runs to the closet and brings out two pink bags and a big black one. The first two (the pink ones) were all skimpy underwear witch some were for me. The black bag however held more fun items. She set it down on the bed and said "well you going to look or not?". I.