As she was able to complete drawing her first breath she felt his hand between her legs and then the blunt tip of his penis, which he was aiming at he... opening.He wasn't gentle, and the sudden filling of her pussy, unused to anything bigger than her finger, was painful in a shatteringly sweet way. That she had gotten wet, undressing and planning her ambush helped, because he thrust into her all the way in that first lunge. Still, he felt huge, and the pain frightened her. She had drawn that air. He played with her and produced the right words, but the childwasn't his, and the pang of it overlay his smile. Leonard was sweet,but it wasn't the same between us. Since the council meeting, he'd beendistant, as if I weren't quite there anymore. It was a kind of divorce,I thought, a psychological step on the way to my extinction. In time,my husband would be able to reconcile his guilt with the family'sneeds, and eventually convince himself that my death was "regrettable."I was damned if I was. Getting into his car he drove home his mind already working and planning the finer details of his next job. He would continue to do so for the next week, trailing his victim, analyzing him till he built a foolproof plan. Jimmy considered his job an art and himself an artist. He never wasted a bullet, never spilt more blood than was necessary, never killed more people than was required…yes he was in his own way an artist. The following Monday saw Jimmy up at the crack of dawn, getting quietly. I still wanted her and I knew that as energetic and active as Jessica was in everything else she did, she'd be a wildcat in bed with me. I knew I'd have a fuck that I'd never had the likes of before.Jessica had normally worn rather conservative clothes around me when she'd come to my workplace, but tonight I saw another side of Jessica that I'd actually never imagined. I think it became apparent that Jessica had sex on her mind as much as I had it on mine. Instead of the conservative cotton.