My wife came home in the morning after having worked all night, told me she was going to bed, and asked if we could keep it quiet until mid-afternoon ...hen she woke.I went downstairs, and into the kitchen. Much to my surprise, Tammy, my step-daughter and the other girls were already awake, rummaging through the cupboards, looking for breakfast stuff.And then I heard my step-daughter make a comment that stopped me."We missed you last night Tammy. Where did you disappear off to?"Tammy looked at. I could feel mycock getting hard. I wished that was me fucking her. 20 minutes later, he rolled her over and shot his load into her face. Itjust kept coming. She tried to move away, but the man held her there by herlong blond hair. When he was done, he threw her on the ground. "Thanks baby." He threw a towel at her. "Clean yourself up....BITCH!" hesaid, laughing as he left the room. The camera focused in on her, as shewiped the huge amounts of cum off her face. A small tear formed and randown. "Nearly every break or lunchtime at the College of Law saw several of my fellows griping about the amount of reading, or the nature of the requirements, or the extent of the rules and statutes of New South Wales, or the rulings from the bench we had to learn. I began to wonder whether I was in the wrong field. Oh, there was a lot. But it was no more than someone in history or literature or philosophy would have had to read. As some of the lectures went on, in fact, I began to see how it all. For one timeless instant, I felt an incredible sense of exaltation, a wordless feeling of overpowering love and support. Then my senses were set reeling as the physical world shattered my bliss. I cried out in protest and longing, blinking furiously to clear the hovering afterimage of that explosion of light."Honey, is everything all right?" called a concerned feminine voice from the main room. *Honey?!!* Who the hell was that? "Um, I'm fine, uh, Dear!" I called out. My sight finally returned.