I jumped out of the cart looked at the ball and then at the green, "What club should you use from here?" I asked."About a seven iron I think but use w...ich ever one you want and see how it works" Shannon replied.I grabbed the seven iron, it seemed really short and I lined up behind the ball looked at the green and then at the ball and swung, I could feel the ball lightly jump off the club and thought I was going to have another shot from here but when I looked up it was on it's way to the green,. . good to me," he found his eyes moving downto her legs again. "Well, Joe, about that one other thing we haven't tried..." Shemoved a hand slowly up the back of her neck towards her longblonde hair as she stared right into his eyes."Okay," he started to lean back on the couch again and lookedback up at the mirror to fix his hair. "Whatever you think,Doc." He smiled wickedly."Glad you feel that way, Joe," she cooed, and brought her legapart again, slowly leaning backwards on the desk. Then. I writhe against the chair, moaning for her. Her hands are me, half caressing and half restraining. His pace increases, teasing, stroking, circling. "Would you like to come for me?" she whispers. Unable to find words, my eyes are fixed on hers, pleading. Her face changes just a fraction but it's a shift from gentle coaxing to a command. In that moment she is our queen. "Come for me now. Come now" Waves of orgasm crash through me. His fingers caress inside me with his tongue still dancing on my. Tiffany gasps as my fingers brush across her moist panties. I continue to tease her breasts while I lightly caress her through her panties. Her breathing grows ragged and she finally whimpers, "Touch me, damn it." I laugh imperiously, realizing that I now have the upper hand. I slide my finger inside of her panties and run it slowly up her slit. She reacts as if she was hit by a bolt of lightning, letting out a short hiss of air. I press my finger between her lips and find her slick with.