Mark walked up and told me that my clubs were on a cart outside. He asked me who was riding with whom. I told him Steve would be riding with Bob in th... first group. Michael would be hooking up with whoever had the open spot on the carts at the range. "I'll be riding with this gentleman," I said and pointed to Phil who was looking out at the course and had his back to us. Phil turned around and Mark did a double take."He gave me a start," Mark said. "That guy looks just like Phil Jackson."Phil. Us ney kiss karna start kiya biwi pagal ho rahe the.Us ney goray ko nichhe lita diya aur lund muh mai dal kar chusnay lagi .Vo paglo ke tarah chus rahi the bade mai gorya ney os ko nicche kar k dhakka mara ton vo chilla uthe.Mai socha is ke cheekay ton 11 say niklte hai mere 6 say kaya ho ga.Wo jor jor say dhakay marnay laga.Biwi k bhut dard ho raha tha.Us ney goray ko nicche kiya aur uper baith gaye os ke lap mai.Mere ko first night ke us ke baat yad aa gaye k is tarah bhut maja ata hai.Bade. Kim was slumped vulnerably in the seat beside him; her slim exposed thighs glistening. Mike’s engorged cock throbbed.She sure looked luscious but she was pure jail-bait. He’d have to wait some to fully fuck his sister’s daughter; for now though he’d just get her warmed up with a little in-car action.Mike had taken Kim to his club to celebrate her exam results; a suggestion made by his sister Kate, who being a single Mum on a budget, had got Kim a training-bra with matching pants; a gift that. ‘I’ll be right there, dear,’ I said, deliberately mimicking a henpecked husband. Minutes later we were in the car driving through the early evening traffic to the club. The Ten/Thirty was housed in an old mansion at 1030 North Davis St. in a quiet neighborhood on the north side of Portland. You had to know about the place. Even after you rang the bell, and the doorman answered, there was no way you could have known this was a sex club. Everything a visitor could see from the foyer was as you.