I was a broken little doll. Not that I blame myself, but Alex, while being more than a bit broken himself over his mother’s death, still had the act...ve mind that I loved.I remember saying “We’re all going to die...” and wanting nothing more than that at the moment. He wiped away the tears from my eye, with fingers already damp from his tears ... and he reminded me of the situation. “We ‘re not dead yet, but we gotta hide, Mary. They didn’t come on this ship for piracy or whatever. They’re after. Certainly Matt and Heather would -- they'd put themselves on the line rounding up the senior class troops to be bodyguards. Probably Mike would out of personal loyalty. Samantha would just because she's Samantha and worships order.Anyone who wasn't with me, well, they were welcome to deal with the whole fucking mess.As poker faced as ever Mrs. Devers nodded -- reluctantly -- but she nodded.I went on, still fighting to keep my voice steady. "We will listen to what he has to say. This is not a. I felt the plum like head push up inside me, way up inside me it thrust, plowing through the birth canal. I felt his heavy cum-filled sac slapping up against my wet ass. With each thrust, the sound penetrated my ears as deep as his member penetrated my vagina. My orgasm suddenly peaked when he reached down and playfully squeezed my clit with his thumb as he continued fucking me hard. My mind and body felt like jelly. Juices were now just pouring out of me as the squishy wet sounds of raw sex. "No, sir." Good grief, every boy should have a pocket knife." Mr. Piotrowski walked to another shelf and dug around. He unwrapped a small box, and brought over a knife and opened it. It had horn style grips and two blades which Mr. Piotrowski tested with his thumb."I'll teach you how to sharpen this later. Always cut away from yourself, never toward you." Mr. Piotrowski pointed to a scar at the base of his index finger. "I got that when I was about eleven years old because I hadn't learned that.