"That's the old hayloft. Now it's a storage room," I answered."Can we go up there?" she inquired pushing her firm body into me"Yes," I responded and s...eered her around to the ladder to the upper level. When I gave her a bow and the courtesy of ladies first she smiled,"Are you going to look up my dress?" she shyly asked."Probably," I responded.She smiled at my response and began to climb. Under her tattered satin gown, I got glimpses of a great set of legs covered in nylons and a pair of tiny. Her hands landed on the only thing there was to hold onto, the top of Carl's jeans. She held on tight while Carl fucked her mouth. Her tits jiggled and bounced while Carl jerked her around by the hair. Irrationally, I noticed that her nipples were hard and standing straight out. I could see that Carl was trying to work his way backward onto the picnic table. He was wiggling his ass up onto the table, trying at the same time to squirm out of his jeans. After a minute or two, he suddenly released. He was good looking and well built, and he had a charisma about him that Ann absolutely loved. She felt comfortable with him and he made her laugh a number of times. When the music began he wanted to know if it would be alright to dance with Ann. I gave him my approval and the two of them headed out onto the dance floor with one another. I watched carefully from the table and I got a huge adrenalin rush just watching Ann tease him with her lovely body. She showed off her lovely ass to him a. He was going to shoot my child. The universe flooded my being and acted. I grabbed his wrist and forced the gun down. The pressure on the carpals forced his fingers to straighten, though he'd been squeezing the trigger when I grabbed him.He wanted to kill my child and I let him live. Everyone survived. Only the shooter was hurt. Physically. Did I fail my family? Should I have killed him?Is it over now?Of course, I had to give a statement. I just described as much as was possible what I.