I took the hits as best I could, and leaned into them when I saw them coming. I made sure to make a note of some of the numbers and returned the hits ...when I could.The hitting disrupted our play enough that Fred had to stop the scrimmage and get people on track, showing a couple of the lines how to counter the rough and tumble play. Quick passing and skating didn't allow the opposition enough time to hit and still keep in the play. Frank and Sam showed everyone some fundamentals about how to. Sandy was not pretty but she did have a body that Stephen was sure could please any man and maybe some women. She was about 42, had short chestnut hair and wore outdated pastels and white shoes. She always seemed to be engrossed in her work but carried herself with a hint of sexuality that Stephen thought about once or twice during fantasy- starved masturbation sessions. It might’ve been the way she wore too much eye shadow or a tile of her head when she feigned interest in one of his meeting. I put her kneeling face down into the bed, lifted her leather skirt, pulled her soft ass cheeks wide open and pressed the top of my cock up against her hole, she gave a gasp and started to bounce ever so slowly and slightly backwards and forwards until the top couple of inches of my prick were inside of her (what a gurl). The pace picked up and got faster and faster and harder and harder and deeper and deeper. The sight of her stockings, basque and heel's sent me over thee edge. My shaft. She was there. I was notified, through the mail, that my mother had been extracted as a concubine. I felt relief. My mother had received some money right after Kelly was extracted, I don't know why, or how much it was. The Confederacy paid off the mortgage on my mom's house and notified me that she'd gifted me with all her worldly goods when she left. I was pretty well off then, thanks to losing my whole family to the Confederacy.Truthfully, having my mother and sister off planet was a huge.