A litter was brought out, and I was carried to the surgery.The quack who examined me agreed with my assessment. The only real problem with me was the ...pain from the wound. It was not really serious, just painful as hell. All I needed was about a week of bed rest, and the wound would disappear without further damage.Invictus was in a lot worse shape, though, with the loss of those two fingers. Actually, once the wounds healed, he would probably be able to return to the arena. The problem was with. ..?" asked the vice principle, befuddled.The board president nodded at Kevin, who stood up. He was sworn in as awitness by the board secretary."Kevin! What in hell do you think you are doing?" his mother asked in astage-whisper."Being a man, doing the right thing, something I should have done longago," he replied."Tell us your name, and how you were involved in this, and what younoticed, in your own words," the board president directed him.So he did, including the parts that made him look bad.. So I pumped back and forth with ever increasing amplitude and force, somewhat reminiscent of a piston on a steam engine until we both climaxed simultaneously shooting huge amounts of cum, I into him and he all over my chest and face. It was an absolutely heavenly moment for both of us, and it seemed to go on forever as we both pumped and pumped our cream in a seemingly endless stream: it was a moment I shall treasure forever. It was easily the best fuck I had ever had and I guess that I felt. I doubt he could give a word inflection if he wanted to. It was a good thing his tests were straight out of the book or everybody would flunk. And it was a required course.For once, I was wide awake. But not because of the life cycle of the mosquito. I was waiting. I actually listened to Bower; not the content, but his delivery. How the hell could he talk and talk without changing his pitch or tone even a little? Did he know he did it? Did he ever notice that half his class was asleep and the.