I worked his boner out of the fly in his swimsuit and started to play with it so he pulled my bottoms aside and slid his erection along my lips and th...t was it. In the next few seconds my bottoms were history and floating nearby, and his were down around his knees as he sat on the underwater bench. He teased me for a few more minutes sucking my nipples and rubbing his hard cock back and forth along my pussy. Getting desperate, I adjusted my hips and felt that glorious sensation of his hard dick. "And you can not tell me why you are doing this, who is making you do this or what your so-called mission is?" I'm sorry Martin. I really would like to tell you, but I can't." I don't get the large picture but there must be a very serious reason as to why you can't tell me. A reason that is even so serious that you will commit suicide if needed, therefore, I will not press you any further on it."Jessica's face showed some relief and it was probably because she really wanted to tell me things. So I decided a year ago to pack my bags and move across the country in a big city where no one knows me and I don't know anybody! I thought about it as a big (sex-) adventure. I got myself a job as a waitress in a billiard bar where my work outfit is nice and short and revealing - just the way I like it. I wear a short and very tight t-shirt in white with a deep cut out and very short light green booty short. I enjoy the men looking at my big tits and maybe getting a little touch here and. .At the next tee there was a bench where I could sit. While Steve prepared to hit his drive I gently fingered myself to another glorious climax. He laughed as he asked, "Are you going to give 'getting a stroke a hole' a whole new meaning today?" "What a good idea," I replied mischievously, "that is exactly what I am going to do." So that became my mission for the morning round; somehow I was going to orgasm on every hole of the golf course! I set out to pursue my mission with a steely.