And if he ducked he couldn't pick his next quarry.He watched the different women pull in and out of the supermarket parking lot. Most he dismissed imm...diately. No one with a man and definitely no children. Carl thought women were only good for fucking but he would never hurt a child. He was always careful to be masked when he took his prey. That way they would not be able to identify him and he could explain that he could safely let them go. Not as much struggle. And he always did let them go,. Only when he was done twitching, and her belly full of more cum that any human was designed to hold, did he pull away. She quickly turned and cleaned him with her hungry mouth, even as his flow puddled beneath her.“I’ll let you off with a warning this time,” he growled. She nodded and continued her cleanup. “That’ll do. Thanks.”As he walked back to his sedan, Kari pulled a small tarp out of her trunk to give her something to sit on other than the showroom fresh car seats. She tooted her horn as. She knew what was in that manila envelope. ‘Open it,’ he suggested. ‘No,’ she answered. As sense of foreboding gripped her. ‘Open it,’ he said in a more commanding voice. She unclasped the envelope and began sifting through the pictures. She could hardly see them through the tears. The figure of Greg between her legs made her want to vomit now. She held the pictures at her side and looked straight down at the floor. Her marriage was over. The man that she’d genuinely loved for the past decade. Since it was a holiday, school was close and in the morning till the afternoon, all kids helped clean and decorate the urban area, where the celebrations took place, with ornaments they made in school. The grown up of cave twenty five contributed according to what each of them could do. Some raised all kinds of stalls, food, games, resting and so on ... Those who were shop owners lowered their prices to nearly a loss for the needed materials and supplies. Others who owned farms were gracious.