Since her preferred attire was the tiny thong that scarcely covered her nipples, I didn’t think that would be a problem. Incidentally, she really co...ld even swim in the thing.To say the very least, the perfection of her body provoked virtually continuous gasps and sighs.We also went back to playing golf. And that gave rise to a wonderful day.While on the practice tee warming up, the head pro came over to watch. After seeing us both hitting perfect shots with every club in our bags, he took us. She giggled again and looked over her shoulder, wide eyed. "Mister, why are you so big and hard? What are you going to do with that? I'm just taking a shower and here you are. Please, don't hurt me!" This turned me on a lot for some reason, and I grabbed a handful of her wet hair. She arched her back and stood on her tiptoes. The head of my cock was touching her pussy lips, and, breathing heavily, she whispered "Oh, mister, you seem like a bad man. I think you should go, right now." I growled. I continued my teasing advance, kissing up to her very pussy but not making contact. She was squirming and expelling encouraging sighs and squeals until finally, I pulled her ass closer to me and planted my lips on her pussy. She gave a groan which turned into a yelp as I slid my tongue across her clit. “That feels wonderful,” she groaned. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”Stopping was the last thing on my mind. I had never been with a woman this responsive before in my life and I wanted to take. Well – just. Tequila…and coffee?”“Oh.” Her shoulder lifts. Her flush darkens. “I have a tendency to get distracted when I go out. Forget about my drink.” She points to the clearly watered-down drink she’d returned to the barman. “So instead of spending money on something alcoholic that I’ll only have half of, I order something non-alcoholic. But I still want alcohol because why on earth not, so I have a shooter as well.”“And what could be so distracting that you forget about a perfectly good.