Back in the early Eighties, she worked as a janitor in building 600 in the area known as Mahogany Row—the executive suite. The story I heard was th...t she was having an affair with one of the top executives until she discovered that he was a married man. On the night she confronted him, according to the executive, she refused his offer of a ride home and he left her sitting at a bus stop. She was never seen again, that is, until this night. Now I knew what they were chanting as I played. The. I slide my hands on the outside of her panties and start massaging her wet pussy again through her panties. “Oh yeah slut. Get them nice and wet for me” still teasing her. Her disgust with her body is now keeping her quiet. I think the betrayal of her body is more than she can stand. I pull my fingers to my mouth. Licking the juices off of them I tell her just how good her young pussy taste. I reach down and pull on her shorts. She tries to struggle. I tighten my grasp on her throat once. First, the whole mother-daughter effect is intoxicating, and second, Kimmie hates that aspect at least twice as much as she hates having to suck my cock in the first place. She has been hating both aspects for almost a year now.Wow, I mused to myself, if five years ago even I never imagined this scene unfolding, how blissfully ignorant must the then ten-year-old Kimmie have been in those long past, innocent days. I had met her mother while doing a little volunteer work. In my occupation, I make. It says a lot about our gun laws that she was able to walk into a pawn shop and buy a .38 snub-nose revolver plus a box of ammunition before she came after Annie and me.I'd just arrived back home from Daisy's funeral and parked my new car in my new garage. As I approached the back door of the house, she stepped out from behind a juniper and pointed the gun at me."Hello, Stevie. I'm just here to finish up a little business. Shall we step inside?"I was scared, of course, but I was pissed at the.