"We're supposed to be studying the Crusades and how innocent children were destroyed by the pursuit of power." So we are studying the Children's Crusa...e?" I asked.Mrs. Pangrac nodded as a new boy shouted. "What is that?"I held up my hand while the mutterings in the class faded. "Supposedly undertaken in the thirteen century by a band of children organized by the church, the Children's Crusades are now thought to have been mostly groups of unemployed juveniles travelling in France and Germany. I was turned on and started playing with both her melons. Wow, it was a heavenly experience. Her body scent was driving me insane, so I started licking her neck and started biting her ear. She couldn’t control herself and started moaning loudly “aaaaah mmmm mmmm mmmm”.He moans are like a music. It just added to the heat of the moment. I then removed her leggings. Now she was just on her top and panty. I reached her pussy and started to rub it over her cotton panty. Damn, she was wet. It was so. To avoid a public scandal, he accepted a corporate position in Shawnee Mission. I only knew that we had moved away very abruptly.My mother really loved my father. That, and for the sake of me and my two siblings, she decided to not seek a divorce. They remained together until he passed from a sudden heart attack five years ago. My mother remained grief-stricken until her passing six months ago.Now here I was, a forty-year-old bachelor trying to rediscover my roots. I had visited the cemetery. Passing some people in the corridors, looking like he did, stares were attracted, but some of the other Goth guys, as there seemed more than a few here, fist-bumped him or gave him a friendly nod, to which he always returned. The prospect of lunch also quickened my pace, as the smells of the canteen wafted to my nose. For the past few days I had survived solely on non alcoholic drinks and scraps here and there, so I was desperate for something to fill my growling stomach. And for something to.