Eventually, after following the rough dirt trail for several miles we came into a clearing, the trees had been cut away in a wide area, and a defensiv... fence had been erected around the perimeter. A guard tower at the gate was manned by a sniper, I could see the glint of his scope reflecting the sun as he tracked our transport. These guys meant business, as the gate opened and the vehicles drove inside, I saw the interior, there were a dozen buildings set up mostly around the edges, these. WHOA! No penis there, no bulge like my crotch felt - it was like there was a completely different feel to her. And it was hot. And WET! Hey, my dick was wet in my Jockey shorts, but she had on thin panties and I could feel the moisture there.She began fumbling with my belt. I had jeans on, and she had trouble getting my belt unbuckled so I helped. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but she seemed to want to play there and it sure felt good. She had been rubbing my hardon through my Levis but. Sara called to tell me how excited she was to go to the game. She said she'd told her friends that they all had to root for UK that day, though.I told her to wear all her Florida stuff and to root for her Gators, but if anyone said anything, to tell them I said it was OK.I'd arranged for a later flight home than the team's so I treated Sara, her mom, and two of her friends to dinner. The game wasn't close. We were 6-0 by that point and ranked No. 2 in the country. Florida looked like they would. It seems like they haven’t started making love to each other yet. They’re having a conversation over a drink… (This had slipped out mistakenly from my mouth).Pervert guy: In the bushes? I don’t get it.Me: You are all talk and no action, you fucking moron. My husband wasn’t looking for some cheap hooker who would spread her cunt for him. There’s a place in that golf course where people carry out their business discreetly. Or do you want my husband to pound her pussy right away?The pervert guy.