..Okay, perhaps I'm a bit snippy --have you ever met a high school English teacher -- male or female -- who wasn't? We spend our lives hoping to recog...ize that next great novelist or poet as he or she breezes through our classroom, miserably aware that WE are not capable of generating that product ... One tends to get, well, a bit sour...I thought about it and decided that the optimum solution might involve a fourteen year old boy and his mother. We could share the boy -- and having his mother. He was amazed at the goings on in the tent. He was nailed in place. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by. I reached around and undid Hal's shorts. They were oversized so they fell to the ground. His rock hard cock sprang out as I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. Hal's hips involuntarily pumped his cock in and out of my mouth as he watching the aunt and niece if front of him lapping each others pussy like lesbian lovers. I heard a gasp of joy as Havana pressed her pussy. “Don’t take this the wrong way, and don’t freak out, but you do know that I love you, right. I’m not trying to steal you away from Jill, but you’re very special to me, Dave.And it really means a lot that you’ve been there for me these last weeks.”I surprised myself with how calm and controlled I was as I thought about what Gemma had said and responded to her. I was the opposite of the ‘being freaked out’ that Gemma had worried about.I smiled down at Gemma and stroked her. “Snap. You know what. .. When you killed the man with the machine gun, I wasn't afraid. I wasn't even repulsed. As ashamed as I am of my reaction, when you made him stop shooting at us and killed him, I was glad..."Those words wounded me. For a long time I'd wondered about my ability to kill, not to mention my willingness to inflict horrible pain to get the names of those who did those things to me.When Teri confronted me with her response to me killing those men, I felt equal parts ashamed of myself for feeling.