No one would be wearing a complete set of hockey equipment, but many of the important things were there; helmets, gloves, elbow, shin and knee pads, t... name a few, all made by Abi who had been hard at work making everything possible.There were two crates that were filled with skates of many different sizes, and even different types. You had the usual hockey skates, but also a modern take on the early ice skate that you stepped onto and then tied to your foot. They were just something that Abi. He was tall with short brown hair and the bluest eyes you've ever seen. He lifted weights and had a very fit and tight body. I imagine he has a nice set of abs too. He has all kinds of tattoos, which I find incredibly sexy. I think he has a bit of an obsession with all his body art. My mother isn't too impressed. I think it just makes him look hotter.My mother has gotten a little chunky recently. My stepfather teases her which makes her a bit upset. He wishes she'd hit the gym again and work. Despite my attempts to resist the pleasure I felt, I couldn't help but moan from her movements. "Does my pretty boy slave feel like talking? Please talk to me," she said before kissing my chin. Her kiss ignited an explosion of pleasure, knocking me out momentarily. When my sight returned to see her face glazing into mine, I was overcome by my need to have her. "Slave..." I muttered. "Yes. You're my slave. My happy pretty boy slave." "No.... You...." My words confused her, and she couldn't think. I smacked her cheeks more than once, making her squirm and squeal a bit, too. I did her bareback, too, much to everyone’s enjoyment, judging from the expressions on every face. My big, plump cum-slut of a girlfriend took my cock and kept on thrusting back at me, even as she sucked Shawn like Lilith going down on a hapless sleeper. She didn’t even object when I played with the outside of her asshole, parting her buns for a little ass play.Finally, just seconds after Shawn came down her throat,.