Eventually, his balls ached for release. He sat his cousin up and worked her body up and down on his throbbing cock. Her bountiful rack bounced all ov...r the place. She clenched his shaft, milking him."I love the way you fuck me. Do me, cousin! Do me! Ah!" She cried out in orgasm.Her juices washed down, coated his entire groin. This gave him just enough reduction in their friction that he could continue for another several minutes. Soon, even that wasn't enough. He shoved balls-deep into her. Then, still holding my hand, you lead me back to the fairway. Incredibly, only about twenty minutes has passed whilst we were in the woods, and no one will remark our slightly later than average return to the clubhouse – after all, it is partly a tuition round, and bound to take longer. It looks as if two groups have played through the eleventh whilst we were out of sight in the woods; they did not see or hear us, and seem not have seen my ball lying in the fairway.As we stroll to the twelfth. She also loved to have me cum in her mouth and she wouls swallow.At the time kissing her after words was abit of a at first, but after all, she was tasting her own pussy and me my cum. Tit for tat.So now I have two at work to fuck when I want to.Well then came a third. She was the company slut. She would fuck any one and every one, but she was really good at it.I could call her anytime and we would get together and eat, suck, fuck. Indoors, outdoors, anywher and go home.This was paridise. . I heard Bobby clattering up the stairs and, realising my opportunity, I reached out and tentatively brushed my hand over the left breast of the drunken woman on the sofa. There was no reaction so, emboldened, I cupped it in my hand over her -shirt. I gave it an experimental squeeze. At that moment I heard Bobby coming back down the stairs and took my hand away as if it had been burned.Bobby came in with a collection of well thumbed magazines in his hand. I never had the nerve to keep any at.