" As I rose, my son rubbed the head of his cock up and down my dripping pussy lips. “That’s better,” he said. “Glad you guys are working it o...t,“ my husband said. “Great, Dear!“ I said then looked back at my son. “Ready?” He nodded. I lowered myself slowly back down onto my son’s dick. A moan of pleasure whispered from my lips. I couldn't help myself. My husband snapped his eyes towards me."I’m stopping. You don’t sound like you’re doing alright." "No no no! Don't stop! Keep going! I'm good. " You've heard right. Even if you win a tournament, it's like, $10 or $12 thousand. The purses -- for the entire tournaments -- only run between $70 and $100 thousand. Not exactly a get-rich-quick scheme." It sounds like it'll be tough, just breaking even." True enough. And the season's half over already, so I'll have to be lucky to finish high enough in the rankings to qualify for an LPGA Tour Card, for next year." But you've got the game for it." Thanks, Will. I think you're right. I think. The massage was getting less thorough but having a stronger effect. I started sucking on her earlobe between whispers of ‘Relax’ and ‘deep inside of you.’ I moved my hands under her chest, palming her breasts. ‘Can you feel me deep inside of you? Deeper than I’ve ever been before?’ ‘Yes… deep…’ I pinched her nipples between my fingers and rubbed myself in earnest against her back. I started feeling her buttocks squeezing. ‘You bad girl, your cute little bottom isn’t relaxed!’ ‘No please… please. But they got the job done and now two hands were playing in my pussy area. Everybody was still smiling away as I said to them both, "But you still have your bathers on.” That did the trick and they both divested them in very short order. Unfortunately, I could not see their cocks thru the deep water, and I do so like to, I asked the taller one to kneel alongside me and I slumped down slightly so his rapidly growing cock lined up beautifully with my mouth, with my hands still restrained I could.