Wrists back and forward. Bend knees slightly. I look one last time down range and swing. I hear a barely audible crack and know I hit a good shot. Sur... enough, I look up and find my ball falling ever so slowly toward the 100 yard marker. It flies just over, bounces once and dies about 105 yards out. Perfect. As a regular golfer, this range session is helping me unwind after a long work week. Little did I know.Boooooom booom boom bbooooom boooooooom. Didn't need to look up to know what it was. I stripped down to my underwear and wondered if it would be okay to just stay like that because it sounded like I was going to be doing nothing alone for some time.I sat on the bed and thought. I took off my tee shirt then remembered a couple of magazines in my bag so I got those out. I studied my surroundings which were pretty amazing, high vaulted ceiling and the very size of the room. This had to be a gym where sports were played. I considered an S.S. national team practicing for the big. In fact we giggled that the temperature was the same as Barcelona’s!There was again an unspoken agreement that being together was more important than what we did, which meant that we would occupy the mornings exploring the area, and the afternoons, after a shower often taken together, an hour or two in bed, then dinner.It was not always love making, that afternoon bed: we would read or watch TV, which was entertaining since reception was intermittent! There were also hugs, caresses, cuddles and. " I did, sucking it to the back of my throat, but not taking it deep to keep quiet. When the other girls left, Jeff stood me up and took off my shirt and bra, groping my breasts and sucking my soft pink nipples, making them hard. He kissed down my belly and dropped the skirt and my panties to the floor. He guided me to the bench to sit down and wrapped my legs over his shoulders as he started kissing my bald pussy and fingering my hole. I heard more people come into the dressing room and he.