I went directly to my mother's bedroom and slid into bed with her. She had on a silky nightgown which I pulled up to her waist. She wore no panties. I...slid my hard cock along the valley of her butt cheeks stopping at the entrance to her pussy."Ryan? Is that you? What are you doing?" She asked sleepily."Shut up mother. I have a hardon that needs relief." With that statement I thrust my cock into her mostly dry pussy. I knew it had to hurt her but I didn't care. After about five or six thrusts. It used to be rugby, which is sort of like your American Football only less wimpy. The problem is that we started getting our collective arses kicked by the Springboks (South Africa), Wallabies (Australia) and the All-Blacks (New Zealand). But drinking is something we will always be world champions at. That said, I’ve gotten into a shit-load of trouble when I’m bladdered. For instance, I’m currently on some sort of FAA no-fly-list thanks to a ton of duty-free booze that I drank on my last. Friel’s body starts to sway again with the music; her eyes are closed as she mashes her breasts together in time with the beat. The wanking action from the firm grip behind the knot on her upper breast allows her to squish her huge breasts together with some force. Her breathing is laboured, her right leg quivers slightly and it looks for a moment that she may loose her balance as a fresh fountain of liquid spurts from her exposed doggy cock. The rhythm of the music provides a natural timing to. After consulting with Cynthia and Ayame, and showing the place to them by video, they agreed to lease it. As Mitchell had predicted, their housing costs would be significantly lower than if they had used university housing.Once the arrangements were finalized, the three returned to California and Roger pitched in with his sister and Ayame to pack the family's house. It was a complicated job; there were three separate destinations for their household goods. Stuart's and Sarah's possessions.