Katie runs her hands through my hair, pulling my face into her, coating my short beard in her sweet juices. The whole situation is beginning to spiral...out of control, with Katie’s moans being less controlled and my face being buried between her thighs. I begin to focus more and more on her clit, first doing circles, and then wrapping my mouth around her clit and sucking the small button into my mouth as I rapidly flick it up and down. I look up from between Katie’s thighs, past her pelvis,. They’ve been breaking in our stores and homes for over a month. I reckon they messed with the wrong man last night.”He turned to the men gathered in the street and on the steps of the store, then told them, “I’ll pay fifty cents apiece for the burying of these four men. I don’t give a shit if you bury them in the same hole, just bury them out back, deep enough so they don’t stink up the place later.”As a fight broke out over who was going to bury the men ... I turned Red and we left them to. “Did you take care of everything? Let the neighbors know where we’ll be, and leave the contact information for Tanya in case she needs to reach us?” the wife whispered as we walked out the door“I’ve taken care of everything dear, don’t worry. Everything will be fine,” I said as our cab pulled up in front of our house.But as it turns out, there was one thing I had forgotten.*When we got home 10 days later, the wife was absolutely exhausted and I was kind of beat myself. The trip back had been. I did wish I was a little taller though.We wore big smiles on our wedding day and during our honeymoon in Barbados, where I was told by all we met just how lucky I was. I was usually told this on the beach as Sarah showed off all her assets in a variety of bikinis, and often went topless.*A few hours after we woke on that first morning in the country, my wife was sorting through boxes in the garage when there was a knock at our side door.I answered to a friendly looking man a few inches taller.