Lots of Brenda's friends admired her brooch, and she showed it off proudly. The prep school crowd was a bit stuffy for my liking, but we got along all...right, with Brenda acting as a bridge.I managed to meet up with my girl on Christmas Day, and Brenda handed me a neatly gift-wrapped present. I ripped open the paper (and yes, she did give me a dirty look for not appreciating the effort she had put into wrapping it!) and found two hardback books. One was on herbal and homeopathic remedies, and. At the time they were much older, in their mid 50's. They were of German decent and had these hot german-american accents. The mother was very sexy, nice figure and had big tits. The father was a little on the chubby side with a full head of grey hair and beard.Now whenever I was over there house I would sometimes sneak into the mothers panty drawer and rub my cock in them, sometimes even shoot my load into her dirty panties in the bathroom. I knew they were a kinky couple because I did find. Remember my 4. term......you get to meet them and tell them how they can behave, and what they can do.....for all I know I end up in the bathroom, sitting in the corner and getting golden showers from three guys....so, yes, you have to trust me on my 5. term." Ok", I nodded....and we cuddled up, just lying there for a while.The days went by, sleep, eat, work and everyday life. I like everyday life. Getting up early, drink coffee and watch the sunrise. But honestly, my mind was not "relaxed". I knew I wasn’t. The thought never crossed my mind. Instead, the most prevalent emotion I was feeling was acceptance. Acceptance about what I had done. And that the victim had deserved it!After all, the system had said I was an Avenger. I only got my due revenge. My due justice. There was a hollow voice behind my head that suggested that I was only believing what the system had said because it served my purpose and cleared my conscience, giving me some semblance of innocence. I pushed that.