Much like before a penis shaped pistil greeted her, she was so badly positioned that her tongue licked some parts of it. The odour was insufferable, b...t a wild gleam in her eyes appeared. She kept licking on the meaty pistil which was leaking a precum-like substance. She couldn’t stop herself. It was so sweet, but also slightly sour and maybe even a bit salty. For some reason it tasted like a perfectly seasoned meal which she had sometimes strived to achieve. As she continued to frantically. “I’ll take your pants next,” she said to Cliff, trying her best to throw off his concentration as he lined up his put. He looked up at her, chuckled and tapped the ball. We were all glued, watching as the ball moved toward the side of the hole before taking advantage of the slope she exposed with her shot. The ball dropped into the hole, securing par, dropping Ashley’s lead to one with one hole to go.Cliff looked up at her and smiled as he reached down to pick his ball up. “I’ll take that top. I spread my legs really wide, trying to get the maximum contact between Lynne’s body and me and as she rubbed and I knew I was going to have that wonderful feeling again. Lynne had told me it was called an orgasm and I knew it was going to be a good one…Suddenly I couldn’t help but call out a as I grabbed the cheeks of Lynne’s bottom and pulled them hard between my legs as I seemed to explode. It was even better than my first one and I forgot all about Lynne as I jerked my hips up at her,. Working nights with a swing schedule of 4 days on and 2 off so often my days off fell in the middle of the week and, one particular night, I felt like hitting the bars in DC but couldn't find anyone to go with me ... well I'd met a few locals and I was sure I'd catch up with someone. But after hitting about 4 bars, I still hadn't run across anyone and I was getting kind of down. A young, downy cheeked, airman (people could tell by the haircut, of course) is NOT what you want to be when alone in.