And while we did our duties we always took time to flirt. We would give beaver shots, boob shots and many other things. The old men at the club could ...ot keep their eyes off of us. So one day we are fixing some splinklers on one of the greens. These old men came up-six of them. they were probably in their late sixties or seventies. We let them sneak a good peak of our pussys. They started to flirt with us. linda made some comment to them about being to old to fuck. They said that we could not. "Touch me, Russell, touch me all over. Feel me everywhere. I want your hands all over me."Her skin was like silk, so soft, warm, I ran my hands all over her, over her breasts, so firm, but with a softness underneath, nipples hard like little pebbles, down her stomach, up over her mound, then my hand cupping down between her legs as she opened them for me. There was moisture along the slit which I spread with my fingers."Put your finger inside me, Russell, inside my pussy," and I slid a finger. . That's where we will shoot from whenwe start the contest." "You already shot!" Natalie screeched. "That shot counts. Admit it Greg,if it had gone in you would have claimed that to be your first and tried yoursecond." Greg looked over at his friends. They kind of smiled and shrugged. Everybodyknew what she said was true. "OK sis, take your shot," Greg said as he bounced the ball over to his sister. "Remember,I said that you have to shoot more free throws than me. You miss this shotand you're. Forcing his hands between my body and the sheets, Jason began squeezing my tits hard and pinching my nipples even harder until I let go of the pillow and screamed half in pleasure and half in pain. I was soon begging Jason to come, to slow down, to please, please, please apply more lubricant but minute after minute passed as he ignored me and continued to fuck me deep. Never slowing his abuse of my ass. Never stopping to apply more lubricant. Never lessening his abuse of my tits with one hand.