"s**t," Ian heard the word in his dad Greg's soft exhale to his left. Both males shifted their feet nervously as they stood just off of the seventh green. The manicured bits of fairway and greens weaved amongst small sandy dunes on which grew straggly grass that made artificial traps unnecessary. A light breeze blew off of the ocean behind them and exposed the entirety of Anna's round ass and the pink lips between her legs as it blew her white skirt up.
She'd bent at the waist and reached into the cup to retrieve her ball as her dad Ken held the flag to her right. Her tiny skirt at best only pretended to cover her ass and p***y and she'd stated her refusal to wear underwear was legal, indeed, no one knew of any rule requiring it be worn. She'd claimed the boys could do the same, although
