Rather than scribbling his papers, Michael wrote in atiny, neat script, more typical of the girls in his class."What marvelous poetry," Sister Agatha ...aid one day in early in his 4thgrade school year as the class was preparing for Halloween fun, callingMichael up privately after class. Students had been told to writeanything, a short essay, a story or even a poem. Michael turned in fourshort poems all written in his tight, neat script. Sister Agatha knew enough not to praise the boy before. "You know, we could just kill you?" Lamar asked.I looked up at the stars for a few seconds before I answered. "But what if you tried and failed?" I asked quietly."Alright your two million and we get everything?" he asked."Everything I have," I agreed.Lamar left to go below. Alex walked over to me. "You finished with the desk thugs?" he asked."For now at least, so tell me how the 'being a pirate' went," I demanded"It was actually fun. I thought about climbing on board with a bayonet between my. Something had been living in here for a long time, at some stage. There was a weak smell of sulphur leaking through the back wall. There was a faint smell of old rancid meat, but I didn’t think a kill had been brought in here for many weeks or even longer. The bones indicated the predator didn’t leave much on them either. They were all well chewed.The room was also very warm, indicating there was a possible volcanic source nearby that heated the room. I must have stood there for at least five. Emma freed my erect cock from my pants and took my cock in her mouth she started doing her usual up and down strokes while circling my dick hole with her tongue this really got my blood pumping in my cock making it even harder and bigger the sensation of her little mouth trying to take the circumference of the head was brining me closer to an orgasm, next minute I accidently run over a pothole and the whole car jumped causing me to jump and my cock to jump furtherer into the back of Emma’s.