“Me, too!” I replied with more volume in my voice than I intended to use.“You, too, what?” Sammy called back to us from beside the large stair...ase leading to the second floor.Lynette stared up at me and gave me a, ‘You got their attention, you speak for us,’ kind of look. I quickly came up with a little white lie and said, “I just agreed with Lynette that I’d really like some Hot and Sour soup, the kind with the shrimp, chicken and mussels mixed into it.”“Oh! Me-three, then!” Sammy called as. "Just what were you wanting to ask, Charles?" responded Chika as she flashed her lovely brown eyes."Well I did not think that you were wearing any panties under your skirt, was I right?" he asked as his cock hardened a bit more with the memory."That was very observant of you, no I was not wearing any and I am not wearing any now either," replied Chika and her cunt tingled a bit because this man really was good looking and he might well be good in bed."Aren't you the naughty girl then?" said. There were no magic escapes the way you might on some carefully manicured course. You learned to take your lumps and get on with it.I was one of the losers this time and the winner looked after the post game drinks as expected. We chatted about the course and just how much it challenged us. We all agreed that our regular courses were a whole hell of a lot easier on both our psyche and our scores. I happily bought a second round in thanks for having three true gentlemen as playing companions.The. “I’m playing with myself.” “You said you were close?” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” His voice was firmer. She knew what he wanted to hear, but she wouldn’t say it. “Yes, I did say I was close, because I am close.” “What are you doing?” “I’m rubbing my clit.’ “How wet are you?” “Very.” “Finger fuck yourself.” “Ok.” She followed his order, and moaned out loud as she slid two fingers inside herself easily. “You’d better be doing as you’re told.” “I am.” “You are, what?” “I am doing as I’m told.” She heard.