I had to be inside her. ‘Anna…Anna.’ I was above her now, my dripping rock hard cock pressed against her wet slit. ‘Baby…I need to be insid... you now.’ She opened her eyes, and nodded weakly at me. I kissed her gently as I slid the swollen purple head of my cock inside her. Her body welcomed me and immediately began squeezing my cock. She was still having massive aftershocks. I loved sliding inside her when she’s like that. She moaned, long and low as I slid deep, stretching her channel to fit. She just stroked her nipple a couple of times and dealt the next hand. While we played the next hand I was slowly stroking my cock under the table. I lost and mom quickly looked under the table and instantly blurted out,"WOW, your really not my little boy any more, you're a big man!" She giggled and came back up from under the table. "Well that's it then, nothing more to do." I don't think so mom, I haven't seen your vagina yet!" "Sorry, well here you go." Mom lay back onto her arms, lifted her. She was a little bit mannish in appearance, as well. Rumors of lesbian domination of women's professional golf are probably -- you should excuse the expression -- overblown, but it was undeniable that Martha McLaughlin looked pretty damned butch.No matter. She was a true sportswoman, and treated Tess (and me, for that matter) with the utmost propriety and respect. Most disconcerting, for me, was the fact that Tess' rival was preternaturally calm. Nothing seemed to shake Martha McLaughlin's. As we were leaving Phillip asked Maria if he could use her toilet. Whilst in there, Maria quietly commented, "Ian if you want to see them again your welcome to come round any time - feel free." I would really love to - I feel I know them well already." Delicious ambiguity, but I was also aware she had just addressed her comment to me.We made our departures and Phillip had to get back for his lunch with that strict Mum! I let myself indoors and went straight to the bathroom to release my load.