Ben resisted, but I was able to break his grip and showed him I was game by burying an another inch of his tool into my throat. He let out a loud moan...as I began to bob my mouth up and down his shaft.“Suck it,” Ben muttered under his breath. I eagerly took another inch of his manhood into my throat and cupped his big balls with my right hand. He placed his hand against the back of my head once again and forced me to take another inch. “All the way,” Ben whispered, so I relaxed my throat and. That other lady answered again, but Brenda was still at home. I told her that Mrs. Parsons had something else to do, and wouldn't be golfing with me. I invited her to have lunch with me again in the club house restaurant. She told me to hang on, then went to ask her mother for permission."Mother says she can have me there at twelve forty five, Kenny. Will that be okay?" Perfect. I wanted to practice my putting for awhile anyway. Can you meet me over at the putting green? We can go to lunch from. He looked into her eyes with an evil grin. You can and you will he said as he plunged into her again. Mmphhhh She grunted as she felt him slamming back into her battered pussy! Oh, oh, oh&hellip, She gasped as he started pistoning in and out of her. ooooh, ooooh, ooooh&hellip, She continued as something started to come over her. There was now a different look in her eyes. She reached up, sliding her hands up Tyreses strong muscular arms, and grabbed onto each of his shoulders. He picked. Right?I placed my exhausted body on the sofa to relax. I had to remind myselfthat I was permitted to spread my legs wide apart when there was no-oneelse around. I had become so used lately to sit with my legs pressedneatly together. And I was not supposed to get used to sitting likethat. After all, it is supposed to hurt a man to squeeze his junkbetween his thighs. But with my little penis so effectively tucked awayI felt as if I had nothing at all special dangling between my legs. Justa smooth.