Thus, as the mantle of self loathing was lifted for a true blue moment of Acceptance, Patron Saint’s hard lesson was finally grasped, shorn heads ba...ed proudly before the status quo, passing through rotten food projectiles as if they weren’t there, accepting their shared ordeal with the honest zeal only true martyrs could muster. The journey of a thousand miles…. Seated around the campfire later, Patron Saint favored his brood with the greatest compliment he could bestow on stalwart students:. George started to say something but I grabed him by the neck and hit him in the belly and told him to fish my cock out, he did as he was told and i made him get me hard and told him to get over to the coffie table face down and pull down his pants he did, I had my mother suck my cock till george as ready then I had her line my cock up with george's ass and pushed hard, he screamed so load the girls came out of there room asking what the noise was seeing me fucking george's ass made mom horny. "Tonight? We were going to take an excursion tomorrow..." I said.Aimee interrupted me, again, completely out of character. "Please trust me, Captain."I knew that when Aimee addressed me by rank, she was trying to tell me something. I didn't know what it was, and Aimee's not answering me directly indicated that either I wasn't supposed to know something, or that she wasn't able to say something for some reason. I decided to trust her."Alright, Aimee. Is there anything you need from us?" I. She sips and deliberately places the pint glass down onto the table, smearing a puddle of condensation sweat with the base, her attention suddenly focussed upon the pattern she’s drawn. ‘You are joking, right?’ she asks, a hint of a smirk twitching the corner of her mouth. It’s early days, it could still go wrong, but I get a surge of relief when I see that grin. ‘No,’ I reply, careful to maintain a serious façade despite the break in tension that was coiling inside me like an overwound spring..