Now it was eating away at her insides like a cankerous growth. The persistent patter of rain in the window reminded Rosie that she needed to call her ...ad before her parents began to worry. Once again she looked at her phone screen and with a sinking heart she saw that it had turned ominously black. The battery had died in the time it had taken her to drift off down memory lane. ‘Fucking phone!’ She thumped the dashboard and tossed the small object into the back of the car. Now she was screwed.. I got Steve to take the picture with Phil, Michael, Mark, and me.The rest of the guys showed up from the range and I filled them in on the groupings. We went out and prepared the carts. It was amazing that we all got brand new hats with the club's logo on them. Mark took some more pictures.My group headed for the first tee box and Tom's group followed. Since Phil knew absolutely nothing about our course and neither did Steve, I hit first. The first hole was 430 yards with a dogleg right and I. "It’s okay Miah. Go ahead and touch them if you want," I heard Mr. Brown say. He must have caught me looking. I took his advice and reached my hand out to tentatively touch them. They were a lot smoother then what I thought they would be, and his were hairless. I knew from the videos I watched that this wasn't how they were on every man, but I liked the way they felt. All this time, I had been working him into my mouth. I had about half of him in my mouth and I began to moan involuntarily.. Professor Stanley, or Matthew, as I took to calling him, was gorgeous. He nearly towered over me, standing at a full 6’1” while I was 5’4”. He was muscular, had a full head of salt and pepper hair and wore thick rimmed glasses. Honestly, he could’ve been a GQ model if he was 20 years younger. “Good evening, gorgeous”, he said in a low voice, still wearing that smile. His green eyes twinkled. “Hey, Mister”, I replied, trying not to think too hard about how hot I’d become in the last ten.