One person pointed out that I was being unrealistic on how long I was having my character hit a golf ball, the story was a fantasy but hey he was righ... about it being unrealistic, and he had brought it up politely so no reason not to make a change. After making those corrections I reposted the story awaiting further comments and hoping for a few compliments.There were some attaboys and requests to keep writing, but another reader pointed out that my story would go better if it was a girl. My cock was bathed in pre-cum as I watched his shining black bald head stay lodged between your flushed pink thighs, his tongue licking and slurping your girl-cum without pause. As much as we all wanted to see the action progress, I had to bring everyone back before we lost all sense. “Abe…” I tapped him on the shoulder, “Abe, tell your friends how she tastes…gotta stop now, Abe.” And when I tapped him again, he sighed deeply and moved away. He leaned in to kiss your pussy. " Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever," Oscar replied, now definitely soundingbored. "Just tell me how much." So how did the conversation with Mr. Goombah, go?!" Mistress LaDoucheasked."He'll pay the fine, and understands the boys situation" Mistress Gwenstates "Have you seen what He wants for Jimmy's 5th week?" Yes, it does seem a bit extreme," Mistress LaDouche agreed."And, another thing, He sounded so bored on the phone, like their is anulterior motive for Jimmy's training." Well, Gwen, we have seen. ” I suppose that stood for Blow Job University. The skirt was also red and black plaid and very short. It came with a red thong. Also, there were two red ribbons for my hair. “Well this is very charming. Thanks, Peter.” “Kitten, I want you to change into it. I want to have sex with you. I thought you could do some cheers and some gymnastics and then I’ll fuck you. I remember what a great cheerleader you were in high school.” “Boy, you really have a lot of kinks. Here I thought you were this.