"No," he replied, "Wait a minute." Simon turned back to me, "If he was teaching you golf fundamentals, why have you got spunk in your hair?" How could...I deny it? Everyone could see it; dabbing at it with Steve's hankie had just smeared it around really, not much more. "If you're giving it out," Simon continued, "Then we get some." "Now come on Simon..." Started Steve. "Shut up! You've had yours, now we want ours. This little slut of yours can satisfy us, or I'll be going to my dad to tell him. Here." He said as he handed me a piece of paper.I leaned forward and took the letter. My eyes fell to a line highlighted in yellow "Honey. I don't know how to say this but I saw the most disturbing thing yesterday. (Gene's wife Jasmine is day manager of the Holiday Inn in a town about 40 miles from where we live). I was walking out of my office and I saw Harriet Samuels come out of the dining room with Alan Dawkins. What is worse, they didn't leave, he put his arm around her and they entered. As soon as I got home, I put the flash drive with her picture on it in my computer and blew it up full screen.Man, oh, man was she sexy. I got hard, and without a thought, I stared at her picture as I jacked off.Then I felt guilty.And, after that, whenever I was over there, I looked at her differently. Before, she had been this good looking woman I liked and who was cool. Now, I felt guilty when I looked at her because I wanted to bang her like a drum. And she was so gorgeous, even when she. As I started sucking on this cock, a wild idea came over me. I stopped sucking and tried to quickly get my slacks and panties off. But by the time I was naked from the waist down, the cock was gone and I heard him saying, "Damn hoe left."I could hear a bunch of folks leaving, so getting a bit bold, I yelled into the hole, "I'm here guys."I heard two voices from the front of the men's room and then quickly watched a black cock come back through the hole. I sucked this new cock off, while I.