What should I wish for?" she was thinking to herself out loud and she had a look on her face that I could not quite read. It looked a little mischievo...s, but Leslie wanted it to be that way, I think. She sat there pretending to ponder her wishes and after a minute or so of pondering I caught her eyes drifting down to my lap and back up again. When she looked back up to my eyes she knew she was busted. She blushed prettily and turned away, embarrassed.I didn't want her to retreat into a shell. I dry off the golf ball that had served as my muffler, but I slip into my pocket – I intend to keep it as a souvenir of this amazing day, and not to risk losing it by playing it.When we are presentable again, hair combed and faces dried, you take my hand and draw me back against you. With one hand cupping my chin, you look firmly into my eyes, and ask me if I want to come back to your house after we finish the round, as you express it ‘for more fun fucking and more fucking fun!’. I smile. She ran her soft hands all over my shaft and caressed it. “uuuummmm what a fine and delicious cock my handsome son has. So hard! Exactly what mommy likes honey!”“You like it mom? How was dad’s penis?” I wanted to know.“Well the length is almost same. Even was a fine 7 incher just like you. But this girth, oh my god! That’s where your dad is far behind you. I can’t even put my grip. And his hard on was never so Hard. But this .. ummmmm” She put her mouth on my dick and started sucking my cock.. They kissed and then went up the stairs with Sean leading and an aroused Sheila looking at his bum. They went into Sean's room and Sheila almost instantly dragged his swimming trunks down and off, "No time to waste," she said.Sean stood there with his penis rigid as Sheila hurriedly removed her T-shirt and bra and then turned her back on him to drag down her jeans and knickers. Although Sean had been in bed with her this was actually his first sighting of her bare arse and he reached forward.