” Oscar looked at each man and then said, “The next month you will spend your time hunting terrorists. The month after that, you will get to be th...e terrorists.”“Then what?”“Well, if you successfully complete all three phases you will graduate. Otherwise, you will repeat the course.”“How do we pass?”“You win three engagements in a row in each phase. In the first phase, you have to shoot whoever is hunting you or survive all three days without getting shot. Tomorrow morning at sunrise the hunt. The sound pierced the deep slumber, as I was jolted back into reality. I sat up gloomily and headed for the door. History class was next period, and I had to listen to Mr. Wershire ramble on dully and pretend to take notes. There was only one good thing about 2nd period; I had the perfect view of Alicia. One of the good things about this school was the women. There were a lot of gorgeous babes; although none of them would get with I guy like me (or at least that’s what I thought).As I was. "Why are you wearing my clothes?"With an uncharacteristically high heart the man replied in a scratchy, squeaky voice: "I am not Herbert. I am Helen. And these are my clothes. Do you like them?"The man gracefully rose from the table. He loved sunny, shining mornings like this. His brawny, hairy arms bulged forth from a sleeveless, ankle-length floral print dress several sizes too small for his bulky frame. The man's feet, narrowly squeezed into silver-accented women's sandals, lithely danced. Empty yourself into me. I want it. I always have. Cum for me, Daddy!"That was my limit. I hugged her close and groaned. I pushed my cock as deeply into my daughter as it would go and groaned as I humped a massive load of hot cum deep into her. Wad after wad of my cum flowed into her young cunt. I wanted to get as much of my i****tuous seed up into her womb as possible. I would have filled her up with my sperm if I could. I sighed and imagined my seed finding fertile ground in her welcoming.