Ye donna want to see, you’ll just be wantin to lift this damn tent offa me!” “Not till you tell you what is going on,” I repli...d. I didn’t know what to think, but if it was what I actually hoped it was, then this would be the greatest thing that could ever happen. I’d caught a Leprechaun! “If I have to explain the rules, then ye shouldn’t be playin, Yank!” “I may be from America , but that doesn’t change the fact that in order to play. " My mother said softly in my ear.I reached up with both hands and undid the bra freeing her breasts from their confinement. I tried to pull her shirt up further so I could see them but she stopped me from doing so. I almost came in my pants when I first got my hand onto the bare skin of her firm breast and the rubbery feel of her nipple intrigued me.After several long minutes of making out with my mother and feeling her bare naked breasts under her shirt I reluctantly left them and ran my hand. Peter still swam every morning at 5am but I didn't do that kind of crap. My first class Monday was at 11:45. Still, that Monday seemed unusually long with everything dragging on. I was just glad when I got home and had the house — and the TV — to myself. Even that got old after a while and I called Peter just to bug him. He didn't answer. Tuesday was more of the same until 3:45.I got to class late — mostly 'cause I didn't want to meet her at the door — and sat on the opposite side of the room.. Strangely enough, I wasn’t even close to cumming. I think because I had to focus on body strength more. That, plus I’d just came shortly before.She was moaning uncontrollably. Every now and then, she would say something, and it would be tough for her to get out. “That f--feels--good”, or “Righ-t th--there”. She was having some amazing sex. I, on the other hand, wasn’t getting much out of it. I didn’t care, though. Pleasuring her was just as--if not more--important as my own pleasure.After a few.