Soon, I could feel moisture covering the area below her and when I felt her reach below herself to feel the dampness she was creating, I heard her say...softly to herself, "I'm just about ready."With that, every time her hips surged forward, she inched up my legs until soon her pubis was bouncing against back of her hands holding my balls. After a few thrusts like that, Sally released my balls and slid firmly against my testicles and ground herself into them.Oh, the pleasure was so powerful, I. I’ve actually written stories about some of the pictures I’ve seen. Do you want to read some of them?”Lucy’s mind was swimming with thoughts. She didn’t know whether to yell at him for swearing again, feel embarrassed for letting him see her in her panties, or surprised that he was writing erotic stories. But she knew now that it was a man who gave him the porn. “Can you tell me his name?”“No.” The answer was short and abrupt. “Stop asking me, Luce. If I tell you, he’ll stop giving me. Both women had hired local caddies -- young men who seemed, to me, to be carbon copies of the guys I was accustomed to working with back at our home course.None of the three women had ever seen the gorgeous New Innsbrook Country Club course on which the tournament was to be played. All three were somewhat intimidated. I wasn't any authority on golf courses, but I noticed this one was flatter, and had far more numerous water hazards, than the courses we typically played back home. The flat. “You wanted to watch?” His voice was low and full of inquiry. He looked, and rightly so, confused. This had certainly taken a turn that I never saw coming.I shrugged my shoulders, tilted my head slightly and shook it ‘yes’ with tiny little embarrassed shakes. “Sorry.” I told him and shrugged again.There was silence for a few long seconds. I felt funny and I wondered what he was thinking, what he was feeling. I was afraid of what he might think of me now. He knew my brother used to do it in.