Abruptly, she closed the laptop without turning it off and said:“Stay here, I’m going to tell Stan to bartend while we talk on the patio about all...of this!”She walked over to the table and after whispering something to him. The large man that looked like he could be a powerlifter moved behind the bar as she grabbed her computer and led me out the back door onto the patio. She put her laptop down then went inside to get us a pitcher of Okocim and two plastic cups. Once she sat down, she opened. That would be a pleasant relief from the heat of the past four days.If Friday's round was steady, Saturday's was almost frightening. Catherine was much more aggressive, something I hadn't seen in her before. But whatever the cause, she was shooting "lights out." Five birdies and one bogey on the front bore testament to her mood. I thought for a while she might be angry with herself but that didn't seem to be the case either. One thing was for certain, she was back in the hunt and whatever the. “Why didn't you fill me in?”Sharon grinned at her husband. “Because he's too inexperienced to be the middle man in a little adventure between the three of us,” came her reply thick with lust. “... yet,” she ended the sentence, throwing a mischievous smile at Sean, which made Sean gulp.“Really?” the husband asked, his voice filled with hope. “Oh, honey, you have no idea how much I love you,” he added as he made his wife stand up to lick Sean's cum off her chest and feed it to her with a sloppy. I look to my left and there is a gents toilet, one of those ones that are underground, with the square blocky glass you cant see through, a sixties product, frustrating for a girl wanting to see men piss into a urinal.As my thoughts wander I realize a good fuck would be nice, but there are no cocks walking around, and I curse the weather, a good shag would generate some heat, and a nice orgasm to warm the cockles of my being.I was sixteen on that night, and already a veteran at cock.