She is always complaining about not finding a man, but I know at one time she had a guy because she has a daughter. But I sometimes think she loves ...er job more than her daughter. She would always work longer, volunteer for extra appointments, etc.Well like one day, I start complaining about men... sorry, it was before I met you. Anyway, she like just smiled and said she didn't think she needed men anymore. I was a bit confused, but she wouldn't offer up anything. Then a week or later,. My red-haired wet-nurse also noted that I was back into consciousness and she plugged a leaking nipple into my mouth.In no time I heard the sound of the celebrant clapping and I knew I would need to sperm Maria. Fiona stopped her sucking and my cock stood erect and shiny from her mouth.“We will now witness Maria being spermed by the slaved-boy”, she announced.Maria’s dark bulk came over me and her breasts hung down over my face as she manoeuvred herself into a position over me. Then I felt. As I thought about it, I wet my finger in pushed it in past the ring of my rectum into it’s inner depths. Now this was at a time, where homosexuality wasn't accepted as things are today. Nobody admitted to being gay, in fact, I really didn’t even know too much about it other than it was two guys that had sex with each other and nobody approved of such things. Heck, I didn’t even know much about what sex was as my parents basically told me it was something you did when you got married. But as I. So now he was an aging pro giving lessons to old duffers knowing full well he’d never realised his potential and was doomed to carry on as he had been for the last eighteen years. He couldn’t help but feel bitter. Today he’d been booked to play nine holes with a Charlie Streatham. It didn’t happen often, requests like this. Usually they wanted to work on a particular aspect of the game on the driving range or the practice putting green or whatever. Today was actually playing and giving advice.