.......................................Life went on in Cockington as always . Boring as hell and twice as shitty.Nothing ever happened in Cocking ton ...everyone knew that.It was Sunday evening and Harriet and Hermoine had packed small brown suitcases with the bare necessities of life.“Why if fuck did we do that” said Hermoine.“I have not a fucking clue” replied Harriet.Hermoine was sleeping over again and the girls were eager to start licking each other out and Harriet had even “borrowed” her. There was a loud buzzing noise on Miss Sheridan's desk. She stood up and told me that Mr. Dunleavy was ready to meet with me. I stood up as well, and the two of us walked over to the closed door leading into Mr. Dunleavy's office. When we walked in, Mr. Dunleavy was seated behind a very large desk. He didn't bother to stand, so I didn't offer to shake hands with him. There was only one chair in front of his desk and he pointed his arm at it, indicating that he wanted me to sit there."Kevin. Later reports said he killed about forty of them before he died." He went silent again.We were all silent.Finally he spoke again. "I was among those who were pinned down. Sgt. David Stone saved my ass, and I'm deeply grateful."The mother and father held back the tears as much as they could.Adam nodded at the story. "It was no more than you should have expected. A Stone never takes the easy way out. And what we do, we do dramatically."The kid stared at his stuffing for a moment. Then he asked. Jan was watching with a terrified look on her face. I snapped my fingers and pointed to my cock, Jan scurried to me and dropped to her knees. She engulfed me and her tongue began it's dance around my shaft. Her fingers gripped my thighs and her head started bobbing. I continued to trickle water down Brenda's crevice, reveling in every scream, gasp or grunt. Jan was taking me deeper, trying to deep throat my 9 inch rod. Her nose touched my stomach and she paused, I felt her throat muscles.