James looked around at a half dozen smaller groups—the teachers. Not all of the teachers attended, of course. Many had their own family commitments....They were divided by department or discipline. They were undoubtedly discussing the budget for the coming year and how their department took all the cuts while the football team got new uniforms. It wasn't that James was cynical; even in a private school the scene played out without end.He thought that he would try to guess the teachers' groups'. Then, suddenly, without warning, the head of his dick popped into me and he just held it there."You okay, princess?" Mmm, yes, you're inside, right? It feels tight."He looked down and nodded, then I felt him push again.It kind of hurt, not a sharp pain, more a discomfort as he pressed further. I felt really full, stretched. Then, he pulled back some. Oh, that felt nice. That started his going in and out in just small strokes, maybe two inches or so, just back and forth."Hows, that, honey?" It. Boyd had studied the Major's life for a month before making a move to even the score.As the blood seeped from Boyd's wounds and his body began to shut down, his mind's vision of how he had taken his revenge became sharper ... how he had turned from a bitter grieving man into a murderer. He had booked a room in the hotel that stood opposite the church. That fateful Sunday, he had taken a very special pistol from his luggage. An Austrian gunsmith had made it for him.The gun was in a strange. "Joe did not quite finish by Sunday night, but promised to come up Monday evening. Sheri and I worked on it during the day, and had it all done by the time he arrived. I paid him overtime wages anyway. We sat around and drank a couple of beers. We had made a friend; that was for certain.I hadn't slept with Sheri since the day up on the promontory. I thought I could have, but wasn't certain. I could see Sheri looking at me during the afternoon and then when Joe was here she looked resigned that.