"I hear ya." They hung on the phone silently, having nothing to say, but not wanting to break the connection they felt. Finally, Ben came up with an i...ea. "I know... you wanna go play a round of miniature golf? If we go early in the day, it won't be too crowded."The idea sounded wonderful. Especially the part about getting to spend more time with Ben. "Sounds great. When do you want to leave?" I'll pick you up in front of your dorm around 11. We can play a round of golf, and then have a late. "Yeah, Mr. Peckerwood does get grabby! Hell, he's like an octopus with a cock!" Angela giggled. "A few people have tried to get him on sexual harassment charges on him. But Mr's Peckerwood always makes sure that any groping or anything is completely consensual which takes the harassment right out of the picture. And believe me, you will come to want to be 'harassed' before long!" I already do!" Charlotte laughed. After a nice girls lunch, the two went back to the office and Angela went to her. Gathering his courage, he pulled down his hat, tucked his flowers under his left arm and approached an open machine. He pressed the big green button and waited. Words appeared on the screen and Jeremy typed in the first string of numbers. New words came up and Jeremy typed in the second set. A flashing credit sign appeared.Jeremy hesitated and then typed 5-0-0 on the number pad. A face with a big smile appeared and paper credits fell into the dispensing shelf. Scooping the bills up quickly,. I reached over and picked up a slim bottle of shampoo. I reached around Sue's thick thigh, and I placed the narrow end of the bottle at the entrance of her pussy. She groaned "Oh God!" as I started to slide it up into her. I could feel the bottle in her pussy putting pressure against my cock in her ass.I thought Sue would be worn out by now, but she couldn't go two minutes without cumming again, and again. After five or six more orgasms I let go of the bottle. It shot out of her tight wet pussy.