"Well, Father," she said, "I'm afraid I have a big sin to confess this time. Not just sinful thoughts, like the last time. Oh, Father, I'm so sorry fo... what I've done. I feel I must confess it in detail to cleanse myself. Don't you agree?"She didn't even give me a chance to reply."It's like this, Father. Mike -- you know Mike, my husband? He's been gone a week now -- oh, and it seems like forever! And he won't be back for at least another week! I don't know how I can stand it! I just -- well,. ”“Dima talked to me about it already,” Jesse said. “He told me to think about it like military ribbons. We’re getting them for doing something important, not because of winning or losing. And not just because we showed up.”“Sounds like the General has it well in hand!” Mary laughed.“You don’t get to be a general officer by being an idiot,” I said. “Well, usually, anyway.”When we finished our meal we made our way back to the bus which took us to the Moscow Hotel, where once again, our small. Dave could not imagine living in such a crazy environment.When they arrived at the course, Dave went straight to the practice range and hit balls for an hour. After putting for another hour, he went into the clubhouse and ate a quick sandwich before he met his father at the first tee. Dave hadn't talked strategy with his father because he didn't want to go with a set plan. He wanted to adjust his play based on his competition and the situation.Dave was introduced to his opponent, Kevin Much, an. “Ow, ow…”“Good girl, the head is in. Now breathe and relax.” Brenna moved over, curious to see Tom ass fuck her best friend.Claire took several deep breaths. She thought of waves lapping on the shore.Tom’s shaft was spreading Claire’s sphincter as it slid deeper into her anus.God, this is so fucking tight, thought Tom. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast, but knew he had to go slow.“Doing okay, baby?” Tom slowly, inch by inch, worked his massive member into her depths.“Uh-huh.” Claire took.