It was the start of the summer holidays and a very pleasant July morning. I kitted myself up in shorts and a T-shirt and set off for a morning run. It...was a beautiful morning and I felt totally relaxed as I ran along.About forty minutes later, I arrived back home to be greeted by my mother and Helen in the garden. I told her I was just going to have a shower and would be out to join them shortly. Mum shouted back that there was no rush and she would make a pot of tea in about fifteen minutes or. It was similar to the familiar chord that the name the man had called her had struck. She tried to seize on these thoughts, but they were brushed aside by something that felt alien to her.Sadness seemed to settle on the man as he said, "I hoped we wouldn't have to do it this way, Jay."The woman lunged at him with sword raised over her head. Kay, using the rifle like a pistol raised the barrel and fired from the hip. The bullet stuck his sister's chest at point blank range. Her momentum was not. Bye now."After she'd put the handset in the cradle she stood there looking down at it and wondered just how she had managed to let her life get so screwed up. Twenty years as a faithful and loving wife and mother down the drain for a man she didn't even like, but couldn't say no to. She hadn't wanted to say no to him then. Stan Wilson was a cigar stinking, fifty pound overweight slug, but she would have fucked him in a heartbeat just so she could feel Jake in her again.The slight satisfaction. “Ooooh” she cooed happily “No wonder your mom lured you into her bed. Missing out on this magnificent piece of man meat would have been foolish”.As Patricia sat down again I crawled in between her legs loving the feeling of her silken stockings against my skin. Her pubic hair was deep gingery red and thick and curly. It up under her frilly suspenders and ended in a thin strip a few inches above her navel. “Pat Wynn can’t compete with this view” I let her know “I love hairy women”. “We’re not.