“Mmm ... nice...” she says. She strokes his jaw with the tips of her fingers. “I went all night wishing you were with me. I really need my pussy...filled this morning. I need your beautiful dick in me.”Still sucking on her breast, the bog slides his hand down to the junction between her legs. Her thighs are already coated with her juices as they now flow freely and profusely. Her folds are swollen and just begging for him to enter her. And in no time, he is sliding three fingers up inside her. I had shares, bonds and trust funds that would give me a head start after university. And I had the best girlfriend that any bloke could possibly ask for.What more could I want?I gave up my waiting job at Micester Hall, telling my friends that I’d saved enough to see me through the summer, and I’d rather spend my Saturday nights with Clarissa. I got a whole bunch of brownie points for telling her that. I also took Will’s advice and bought a little second-hand run-around. Nothing fancy, just a. ) So, she'd masturbate on Jack's back, which subsequently felt better as a result of the massage. The contrast of the bright blue Carolina sky against the green fairway was stunning. The trip was a reward to myself, a week of swing doctoring and uninterrupted play. Amid the lushness of the golf resort I had not expected to find lust.Lust found me, however, at the weeklong golf school, in the form of a petite and perky short haired blonde who looked ten years younger than her thirty.“Is this. "I'd love to Aunt Caro." Don't ask me how I was able to muster the strength it took me to say these words out loud, but I did. She smiled back and led me into her room. It was dark as hell inside. Her windows were covered by thick, red shades and you'd think that her bedroom was a weird portal to somewhere else in the world where it was night. She led me further into her room and turned on two lamps on each side of her bed. The room wasn't brightly lit, but it was more than enough to see.