Why don’t you just slap them like you usually do and just scream at the top of your lungs like you always do? That usually solves your problem doesn...��t it?”“Well yeah it usually does but what will I say to Kevin after slapping him, ‘Stop fucking your sister’? I don’t think I can beat him or confront him on this matter”“Well you know what they say, ‘If you can’t beat then join them.’”, he replied with a blank expression.I tried processing what he said and the only possible answer was, “Are you. ” She sat down on the grass and spread her legs. I could see the wetness between her legs glistening on her lips and in the little hairs she had.“O-ok yeah!” I said. I knelt down and front of her and started to push my dick down so that it could go in her hole. My dick would stand against my belly when I got hard. She laid down flat on her back and closed her eyes.I poke the head in between her lips. I could feel the warmness and wetness of the inside. I pushed in a bit farther. Then with one. She dropped to her knees screaming shrilly, hands pressed to her crotch. Her white dress tore as she fell, forever stained red with her blood. There was a moment of dead silence, broken only by the screams of the wounded. Panic ensued.Men and women ran, pushed, and shoved in all directions in an attempt to get out of the square. The wounded and any who fell were trampled in the stampede. A teenage girl with an arrow in her back tried to crawl away only to be kicked in the head and knocked. John’s doesn’t get a lot of new students in the middle of the year, senior year especially. I duck my head under the professor’s stern glare, heading for my seat. ‘Find a seat,’ the professor tells the new student. I missed the introduction apparently. She’s pretty, with light brown hair that’s more blonde at the ends. Her eyes are cornflower blue, wide in her little elven-featured face. She’s incredibly short, barely five feet or so. I’m almost five seven so when her footsteps carry her toward.