It seemed to go a long way before hitting something. I continued to turn in arcs of what I estimated was about thirty or forty degrees and threw the c...ins. It seemed that the shortest distance was directly behind where we were sitting.I got down on my hands and knees and tried to sound hopeful, "Well, here goes."I tried my best to move in a straight line, shoving books and boxes out of the way of my progress. I asked Anika to say something every few seconds to insure she was still behind me. It. I turned off the trimmer, and I placed it on the ground as I walked over to my daughter. "What do you need honey?" I asked her as I came over to her body, my eyes glued to her perfect ass. "Daddy, my back is burning up," she told me with a pouty look that shot sparks running through my cock. "Could you put some suntan lotion on me please?" "Uh, yeah, sure....we would not want you to burn now, would we?" I told her, kneeling down next to her and grabbing the bottle of lotion. I squirted a glob. We’re all friends here.”“Aren’t you going to do something about it?” the Principal asked staring at the bloody eye socket.“No,” the coach answered with a snort. He pointed to the two boys on the ground and said, “We’ve got two injured students here and they are our first responsibility. Yours, too. Leave that piece of shit where he is. The cops will take care of him.”Feeling weak and helpless, Ted said, “I want that bastard dead.”While pointing to the bridge of his nose, the assistant coach. His massive erection was swinging proudly in front of him as he approached me. He had not cum yet; and he needed to do so. But I could not allow him to fuck me, that was too much. I just couldn’t cross that line.But after Eric had just given me one of the most power orgasms of my life, my first climax in nearly a year, I could not leave him unsatisfied, frustrated, with this raging hard on. I would have to take care of my stepson some way. I knew I needed to give him his release...but he should.