I dislike rough, masculine sports. I prefer intellectual pursuits likechess and debating. I do not mind non contact sports and like doinggymnastics an... swimming. My home life while still at grammar schoolcaused a bit of friction between my Dad and I, as he wanted me as theeldest to follow in his footsteps as a football player. My twin brothersMark and James who were three years younger were into all sports whichpleased our Dad. I was content to spend time with my Mom. I developedfrom her a. He noticed that her tail was flicking back and forth again, she must be anticipating something.“Will you do my back again, like you said?” she asked as she bobbed on the spot excitedly.“Oh, you wanted me to do your lower back, right? Yeah, lie down on the bed, and I’ll take a look.”She smiled again, walking around him and climbing up onto the mattress, the springs creaking under her weight as she flopped down onto her belly and planted her face in the cushions. Jules hopped up onto the bed,. It was like I was in a frenzy as I plowed my cock into her. Being 50 years old meant my staying power and quick recovery were not that great, but she had me so aroused that I began long deep thrusts and the only sound, other than her moans, was my thighs hitting her as I bottomed out on each thrust.Diane’s eyes were just slits in her head as she seemed carried away with the friction of my cock in her pussy. I had no illusion of cumming again but wanted her to have another orgasm. Her tits. That certainly would have worked if I was not such an experienced fighter. I blocked his tomahawk swing with my club. Dammit, my arm was weaker than I had hoped. I was barely able to deflect the swing so that the spike only scraped me on my side as it went by.I managed to catch him with my tomahawk blade on his lower arm. I hit him hard enough that he dropped the knife, and he had a long gash in his arm. At the same time, I continued my blocking move with my club and hit him just below his.