"Sorry sir, I didn't realize you were Mr. Jackson's guest," he apologized. "There's no need for a deposit."Phil said, "Come on, John, we have a little...time before we tee off. I'll go out there with you."I grabbed the clubs and headed out the door. Phil already had a cart with his clubs on it. "We can ride together today," he said. I felt honored. Phil Jackson is rated in the top ten in the world and is currently second on the PGA money list."I hate to say this but I'm not a very good golfer. I. It was a Saturday 11 a.m. I was just drying my hair after bath. He came to my home. We were at casual talk he enquired about my husband I told him he was out of station. He took a wine bottle from his bag and offered it to me .Initially I heisted to accept it but I have a wish of tasting some wine which I shared with him. He opened the bottle and both of us had some. After some time I felt a pleasant feel, and I had some more. Now I am little fit I lost shyness and all. Both of us started to. Then his mother moved down, her hands trailing on his chest, and then down to his stomach before they grabbed the elastic band of his boxers’ waist. He lifted his butt the same time his mother yanked it down. She threw the covers back and then threw away his boxers to the side of the bed. He was fully naked in front of his mother. Their eyes had properly adjusted to the dim light and they could now see clearly. Before Angela made a move, she examined the beautiful specimen that was lying right. In... out, in, out in out until he was pounding into me. He pulled himself up, my face and tongue following him, losing his mouth as he straightened up above me. He fucked me hard as my cock stiffened to its full length and girth.He settled in to a steady rhythm, I used my arms to pin my knees to the ground, my feet in the air, my sex as wide open yo him as it could ever get, and we became as one: two men fucking in the bushes while the world drove by just a scant few feet away. My own lust was.