’ Shit, she thought, what a mess. ‘Yes Kim.’ Kim dressed quickly, still trembling from shock and fear, found a log to sit on, needed time to let...her emotions stabilise for a while. There was no way in hell Kimberly Louise Rogers would tolerate being the ‘other woman’ — not to two women anyway. And she wasn’t remotely prepared to consider those developing feelings for Don. Disappointment — at Don, embarrassment — for Libby, but ultimately when she had calmed slightly, fury — at herself. Being. Harrison thought that he had gotten a reprieve, but that thought didn't last long. Annie snatched up the hatchet and swung it as hard as she could to bury it in Harrison's chest. Then, still crying, she ran out of the room.The ax missed Harrison's heart, but buried itself in a lung. Blood began to flow and filled his lung, then spilled over into his other lung. In three or four minutes, Arthur Harrison, thief, murderer, and would-be cattle baron, drowned in his own blood.Meanwhile, Annie rushed. Well I was already dried and standing naked in my living room and Steven was only in his wet boxers, so I told him to take them off and finish drying off, he was getting my floor wet.He removed his boxers and there was his rock hard cock inches away from me. I wondered if he was hard because of me, because of my wife, or because he had not orgasm yet? His cock was thick about 8 inches long and stood upwards, not outward and the head was similar in size to his cock. I started to get aroused. I rubbed my stiffening cock, I thought about jacking off real quick, sniffed and tasted the jock again, and thought better of it. I had to get this stuff counted, and if I stopped and jacked off when I felt like it, I'd never get done. Ok back to locker 2, pads, jerseys', cup, jock, helmet, cleats, all there. Locker three, same routine, locker four, locker five, locker six, locker seven, locker eight, all the same all there. This wasn't so bad, just keep my mind on the task at hand, ignore the.