For now though, self preservation came first. He could fix it all later. Car keys in hand, he turned the corner... ... and stopped dead in his tracks....Where do you think you're going, mister?" Marcy Driscol stood in the doorway, blocking his path to the Mercedes. In the glow of the emergency lights, he could see the determined look on her face and the single barreled shotgun, which was aimed squarely at his chest."Hello, Marcy. So good of you to make it." Mitch reached for the holstered. ?This is one heck of a place,? Carl observed.?It started out as just a storeroom,? the Sheriff told them, ?but mywife, Amy, fixed it up some for nights when I had to be on duty. Andthen, this was where my other deputy, Paul Grant, lived before hefound? ah, other accommodations. Now, if you don?t mind...? Hegestured for them to go in.They stepped through the doorway, and Talbot closed it behind them.?Goodnight,? he shouted through the door. They heard the click of thelock being set in place. What now? Pull down the coverlet and slide under the covers? I suppose that was going to happen anyway, so I stood up and pulled the quilted bedspread down and folded it over the bottom rail of the bed the way Molly used to always do it. I was about to pull down the covers when I heard the bathroom door open and Molly came into the bedroom.Things always change and we certainly had. So why was I surprised when she came in wearing a very sexy, silky, shiny, dark green nightgown that I had never. “Mmm, really?” I asked. I wanted to hear it from the horse’s mouth. I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth off of his dick. “That feel good? Hmm? You like it?” I burried the dildo inside her and held it there until she answered. She said nothing. I grabbed her neck. “Fucking answer me, you little slut!”“Yes!” she screamed. “I want it harder!!” I smacked her ass harder, in the same spot.“Fuck that,” I said;.