I had the flight back only the next day evening. There was a group who asked me out to join them roaming around the city. I let it go and returned. Ba...k to my hotel suite, I just laid down on my bed. There’s deadly silence. I was lost in the silence. I wanted to scream. I didn’t have sex for the past month or so. My husband and I, both of us were busy. I couldn’t even masturbate for this time. My body was craving for something. My mind was craving for some excitement in life. I wanted to break. All my dreams were coming true” I thought with my hands resting on her head.She sucked the head gently for a while before taking more inside, ticking the entrance to her throat with my cockhead. Sucking me with increasing vigor until she released my cock from her grasp and mouth.Standing again, she kissed me briefly.“Let’s take this to the bed” she suggested, indicating the daybed on the veranda.Turning off the shower I led her over to the daybed where I had her lay back with her legs spread. I. ..they’re sisters?” “Sort of look alike.” “Who cares. They’re genuine Milfs.” “Just them, too. Camping and fishing with the kids.” “Probably divorced.” “And hungry for some dick.” The sound of high fives followed that. “Love to motorboat those tits. Damn.” “I’ll take the one with the dark streaks. Fuck. Did you see her in that bikini?” “Hell yeah. Love to put her knees back by her ears.” A crooked grin spread across her face and she chuckled under her breath, knowing the last two were talking. In fact, the first thing I did when I got off the boat in the spring of 1954 was buy my own set of second-hand clubs. To pay for greens fees I took a job as a caddie at the same municipal course I play to this day. I would loop all morning long, lugging two, sometimes three bags at a time, learning form and etiquette, watching every move the players made and the subtle swing changes needed to draw or fade that ornery white ball. Come afternoon I carried my own bag, playing as many holes as the.