He interviewed Mark, and questioned manyof the boy's facts. To start with, he looked older than age 10, andhad somehow managed to successfully handle ...our 14 and 15-year-olds.The injuries he had caused were severe enough that it seemed only alarger man could have caused them. His story, that he learned "Indianfighting" methods while on a two-week vacation in northern Ontario,was clearly a lie. Insp. O'Rourke had 30 years of martial artsexperience, and knew that it takes months to years to gain. My excitement overwhelming me yet again, my own orgasm was close. I jumped up and ejaculated on her impregnated belly while she smiled at me with a serene look of satisfaction then pulled me down to lick up my own cum from her. I fell over and onto my back, panting with exertion. No more words were said. She fucked a black man. She was pregnant. I ate their cum. I ate my cum. I dozed off but was woken by the screams of my wife getting fucked once again, this time riding the massive log like a. Now back off!”Derrick froze.Dad looked at me and asked, “Is this the guy that beat on Jenny?”Still rubbing my jaw where Derrick punched me, I answered, “Yes, it is.”Dad lowered the pistol and pulled the trigger, “Oops, sorry about that, guess I forgot to put the safety on.”Derrick howled and whined, “You shot me, you hick town asshole. I am going to sue your ass.”“You will need a police report to do that, and what are you going to say, ‘I was trespassing, assaulted his son, and threatened his. . well, that had focused me. My anger had turned to rage and then beyond, way into something I'm not sure even had a name.So, there they were, fucking each other without a care in the world. It was over, right? They'd gotten caught and shit but it was over and they were free to live their fucking incestuous lives and laugh behind their backs at that fucking idiot Marc Breuster. They were free, with a freedom that I would never again be able to feel.I'd given them three months. I'd wanted them.