I was getting into my cart, when Brandy pulled up next to me. “How did you do?” She cheerfully inquired. “I suck,” I painfully admitted. Brand... smiled. “Well, the back nine is easy,” she remarked, “I’ll see you on the course.” There was something about her smile and the way she looked at me that made me feel very special. I had run across flirtatious beverage cart girls before, but none quite like Brandy. I teed off on ten and my ball skewered right and over some trees. I found it pretty easily. . That’s the thing, you see ... We never talk about it. Ever. I didn’t know she liked it. Is only when I apply for the show that I tell her and... Martyna speaks over her, a big smile on her face. “I told her ‘I can’t believe we didn’t know this about each other ... We share everything ... But I was too scared to tell her, and she was too scared to tell me...”“Do you think about it often?” We check.Monika first, “Yes ... I think about it every time I masturbate...”Martyna, “I think about it. I like my tits. They may not be as big as Cynthia’s gravity-defying double Ds, but I beat out Brenda’s As easily. Her hands followed the curves of her body down legs. Thighs need a little work, but boys love my junk in the trunk. Her fingers found her trimmed bush. So horny. Slut. She began to play with herself. One good orgasm before school and I’ll be good for the day. But like the night before, she could only get to the edge of orgasm. Good girls obey. “Fuck!” she exclaimed before giving up. Piece by piece, my items fell to the floor until I was standing naked. I took one look in the mirror. I really didn't know why. It was not like anything was going to be out of place. Nope. Everything was still the same as it had been for nineteen years. Then I looked at the robe once again. It was now going to be my blanket; at least for a few minutes. So I slipped it on knowing that it would be off shortly. I opened the door and stepped across the hall and stood in the doorway of the studio as.