By round seven, they were varying their strokes astheir whim. On and on. Up and down their headslovingly bobbed. It was Heaven. It was Hell. ButDante,...that bastard, forgot to warn us about thisparticular circle. I recall at certain points, forGod knows what reason, shots of tequila being pressedto my lips. I was beyond caring. In time,successfully completed rounds brought sorority-sisterstyle giggles and speculations as to how much fartherI could go. This, of course, was merely their. He could look at me forever and I'd be happy."I'm gonna go there someday," I said, looking up at the night sky and that seemed an awful lot like looking down. I felt like I was falling."Where?" Josh laughed softly. "The Dairy Queen?" No!" I laughed too. "Up there." That's a long ways away." Josh decided and we were laying on a blanket, on the cool grass and the dew was starting. I could feel the air damp as it blew across my ankles."Uh-huh," I nodded. "I'm going to be an astronaut. The first. “It sure is nice!”“I bet you say that to all the women you fuck,” she teased.“I do because there’s no such thing as a lousy fuck.”“Brad!” she teasingly cried.“Well, it’s true. Some girls are really vocal and active when we fuck and others just lay there taking in the experience. I enjoy them either way.”Abby had Brad pull out and turned onto her left side. He cuddled against her back, lifting her leg over his she guided his cock back home. “I like this position too because you can touch my body. The tournament the next day went even better. Dave putted really well again and also hit his drives extraordinarily well. He was ecstatic with his sixty-three; he had a nine stroke lead over the second-place player. Darcy had another good round of seventy and was in eighth place. Will recovered and shot seventy-one while Keith shot seventy-two and Carl shot seventy-five. The WFU team was now in first place by twelve stokes.The team got back to the hotel a little earlier than the previous day.