Her blond hair was curled softly, just brushing her shoulders, her bangs accenting her high forehead, her lips pouting redly in contrast. Her breasts,...still in the low cut bra, were firm and high, her waist slender and smooth. Her hips flared seductively and her legs were trim and shapely. Not bad for thirty-eight, she thought, wondering how she'd compare to the porno actresses that Brad was watching. The memory of her son's huge cock pumping to the sex video sent a shiver through her and she. Slipping out slightly, I rocketed into her again barely noticing her wincing with pain as she mewled beneath my palm. " Yeah," I breathed loving the feel of her clenched around me. " Fuck yeah." I pull back then slam into her again, she is filled to the hilt, I let out a roar of pleasure as she cries out beneath me. Pausing only a moment to enjoy the pure bliss of the way that it feels, I lean over her and clamp my fingers over her mouth again as I roughly begin to ride her. My cock slamming. ”“That sounds tough, especially since you golf virtually every Saturday. It won’t even dent your schedule.”“Seriously? This is different. This is business. They’re my bosses, Marika. I can’t play my usual game and hustle these guys like my regular foursome.”She gave me a mock sympathetic look. “Aww, poor little you… now you’ll have to buy your own beers!” *** As a regular golfer, I had played most of the courses within the state, but Riverwood was one of them I hadn’t been on. This club even. Yeah...! Take it, you slut!!" She looked around, and grinned when she saw that no one had caught her in the act. She heaved and sighed, and felt her satisfaction nearly at hand. She threw back her head and moaned, and grew nearly still. Her vision became white, and her lower body tightened, and then, in a moment of triumph, she sprayed, flinging the first tablespoon of her nasty surprise. Deep inside the cake, something was happening that should never happen to a good cake. It was audible even.