Sorry about that. I take a seat on an empty couch in the back corner. It’s about as private as it gets in here. I’ve got nothing left to do but wa...t. And, of course, my imagination starts running wild. It doesn’t take long before my body responds. I silently laugh to myself because I’m already getting worked up and you’re aren’t even here yet. Fortunately, I don’t have to wait long. As you enter the door, your eyes quickly scan the shop, taking in the scene just as I did not too long ago. You. Ten dollar Nassau and five each on the par threes for closest to the pin. Side bets were strictly individual. I shrugged. I was in their foursome so I played along.Just short of four hours later I was a hundred and five dollars richer. Either their handicaps were imaginary or all three of them had a particularly bad game. I played two shots over my stated ten handicap with an eighty four and felt good about my game. It was a tough course, its rating being 72.3 for a par 72. I had to re-learn a. Back when she was a teenager I used to tease Kelly by calling her a ‘pipsqueak.' She was a skinny little thing when we met. Kelly still had some growing to do before she hit her five-foot-two adult height. She weighed just over a hundred pounds and was all tit. She was wearing 32D bras at the time but they were way too small and her tits were spilling out over the top. Her long hair hung down to her butt, but for that job she kept it braided, swirled, and pinned on the top of her head.All of. She was in great shape. She moaned as she rode me, pumping her snatch up and down my cock, massaging my dick.Pleasure surged through me. My balls grew tighter in an instant at the feel of her hot flesh sliding up and down my shaft. She bounced her ass, her skirt swaying. She stayed bent over, moaning and gasping, her voice rising over the rustle of paper and creak of desks.I was getting fucked by my cheerleader student, and the rest of my class didn't care one bit. It was incredible. Such a.