I'm not all that well-known yet. Maybe if I can win a tournament on the Futures Tour, somebody will invite me to play an LPGA event before the year is...out." It's going to be a grind," I told her.She laughed. "Not so bad for little rich girls -- or, in my case, maybe I should say big rich girls. My dad is staking me for a year -- a calendar year! I have from mid- June this year to mid-June of next year, to make a success of it as a pro, and maybe earn my LPGA tour card. I've got adequate capital. “I know, we’ll get him later though, somehow” Michelle whispered back. Suddenly the campervan came to a halt. Michelle’s dad stepped through the little opening that led to the drivers seat.“Seems as though the roads blocked. We’re gonna have to find another route, can you look at the map hunny,” he said motioning to his wife. Michelle sighed, the journey was going to take a little longer.30 minutes later and they were banging down a country road, the campervan lurched with every pot hole. “I. I wasn't surprised to discover the sticky wetness oozing from his narrow slit. I capped his head with my lips and used my tongue to slather it with spit. He sobbed and spilled his load into my mouth suddenly. I missed the first half spurt from the surprise, but I caught all the rest and let it puddle in my mouth.When he had stopped squirting I plunged down on him, coating it with his cum before I let him slip from my lips. I leaned away so he could see my face and opened my mouth wide to let. Having her pressed up against me was too much. I leaned forward and kissed her. “What are you doing?”, she asked. She sounded angry, but she also sounded breathless. I had made my mark, and for the first time I knew that not only would she be mine, but that she would do it willingly. “Jackie, what are you doing? We have no idea what’s going on and you take of running? Let’s talk about this.” “Sean, don’t be a baby. We can do anything we want. You want cash? Grab a wallet. You want a jersey,.