He is about 200 lbs, in decent shape and all sweaty. He says ‘Hi I’m Jones, you want to hold your hands up like this’ as he raises one arm and I...feel his other glove move down by her skirt. I feel his glove rubbing her skirt and one glove goes on her tits. ‘Jay, what you think? How’s her form?’ Jay, the other guy, is about 185 and solid. He comes over and takes off his gloves. ‘Let me check’ he says. He walks over and grabs her tits and says ‘oh yeah, I think her form is just fine,’ as he. . so I knew it could work but something was apparently still blocking me from extra vaginal climax.Then the next afternoon, she asked me to come with her to the garage because she wanted me to help her with some things out there. We walked in and I thought it was weird that she shut the door, especially since the only light was the sun penetrating the boards.As soon as she turned around, she ordered me to undress. ‘What?’ Without another word she came over and unzipped my shorts and pulled them. This prodigy was a confident young lady, whose game was on the rise. It was only overshadowed by her dads’ inability to understand her massive potential success. Melissa Wend had been playing the game since she was five years old. Melissa was a fine young woman, who looked every bit of twenty-one years old. Not many knew her all that well. Only a hand full of women on the tour knew of her. They didn’t know how charming, sweet and respectful she actually was, but they would learn and begin to. They were covering an enormous, but perfectly-shaped ass and the tops of her large, powerful-looking legs. I also noticed that she had broad shoulders and slightly larger, well-muscled arms for a woman, but not so large or muscular that they looked unattractive.When she greeted me, she gave me a quick look up and down, then smiled and told me to come in."Would you like something to drink?" she asked. I said "sure, what do you have?" She offered me beer or a frozen margarita. "Well, I'd like to.