. Ma'am... I don't know what bothers you..." Emily began, but MsReilly cut her off."Oh, nothing. Doesn't matter. I hope you have a pleasant experience...ere."She then started walking towards Shuster Hall again.Emily was left a little shaken. "Who is she?" she asked."Nichole Riley. Assistant teacher in Magical Arts Department, and aformer member of the legendary Team Kimba," Jane replied, as they movedon."You mean that Team Kimba? Class 2010?"Jane nodded. "One of the most powerful mutant team this. All of these scents would normally have made me think of a rough and tough rancher instead of a gay guy fucking my ass. Jim held nothing back as he plowed deep into my ass with his big cock.I could feel his balls slap against mine with each thrust. “Oh fuck,” Jim said, “you got a perfect ass Larry, better than any cunt would be. You are so fucking tight I am going cum all over you in a minute.”As he got into a steady rhythm I began to feel my cock harden more and was shocked that I actually was. A few weeks later, the news was all over town, even here, across the Atlantic. All fingers pointed to the Eastboro Literate Society, a band of right wing fundie old-fart fruitcakes that showed up at celebrity funerals and awards ceremonies, where-ever there were cameras, to protest and spout their particular vitriolic brand of religion. One of those brands that says everyone that doesn’t believe what they believe is wrong and evil, you know the shit. One of their members, a un-typical youngish. About that time I heard some sirens coming closer, in that European two tone that they favored. Some of the vendors had returned to their booths and were watching us real close. Two little white fiats turned onto the street, their roof mounted lights flashing and sirens wailing. Four policemen jumped out, white gloves, pith helmets, revolvers on a white lanyard, and ran over to us.Behind them came a Mercedes army truck, which disgorged several heavily armed troops. Behind the truck, Webb pulled.