I remember staying up for the past few nights sitting in bed, praying this was all just a ruse, that it was just my parents’ way of punishing me. Bu... no, it was true, and now here I am heading to private school, my new school, my new life.I wonder what kind of person I could make myself become, the bright side of it all is that I do get to reinvent who I am, see if a new act can catch some heads. Who knows, maybe find a girl, make some friends finally? A guy can dream. I mean, it’s been two. " I said to him quietly. I tried stepping away but his left arm was around my waist and he didn't let go.To my dismay his hand slowly continued touching my leg. He was in no hurry and may have been trying to prevent alarming me any more than I was. My heart was beating like crazy and I could tell he had become intense. I took his hand and removed it from me, stepping away as far as I could in the confined space."Stop, Eric. I think I should go." I was hoping the look I gave him was enough to. Clearly, this was an 'oh shit' weapon of limited use ... and preferably just one barrel at a time, but oh man could it turn tons of rock and reinforced concrete into fingernail sized rubble!Sitting alone finally at the very edge of Bamforth Forest about fifteen miles northwest of Laramie and nearly completely now out of silver ammo, I coasted the Pig to a stop at the top of the first small hill outside of the forest to inspect our domain, as we were masters of everything that we could survey.. I had to give them another question. It was so hard to think. Something bubbled through my brain. “How long did the Peninsular War last?” I managed to spit out.“Fuck, wasn't that six years?” Lance groaned. “Yeah, that was six years!”“I'm yours, Lance!” I moaned, my son's jizz bubbling out of my cunt. The cream soaked my bush.The strong, young Black guy grabbed my leash. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eager to feel his dick in me. I quivered there, both my heavy breasts.