Paul pulled into the driveway and headed in the house. Once inside he was surprised to find his wife sitting at the island in just a bathrobe. “Oh h...y honey, what are you doing home now?” Mary asked her husband. Paul didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t tell his loving wife that he just jacked off three times to a video of their daughter getting fucked by guy with a huge fucking cock. That he fucked her so fucking hard that she passed out from her orgasm and he left her there passed out on her. The bench was just beyond the illumination of the sidewalk / pathway lighting. The men could see his feet and knees in the dim light. When they got close, they could see the uncertain glint of his eyes."Stop here; Miss Sandy." Sandy stopped. "See that old man?" She nodded. She pulled the sides of her dress closer to her. Up til then, she had managed to just walk quickly past people going in the opposite direction. "I think you need to make his night. Give him the thrill of his life. Give him a. They both ducked and turned toward the sounds with guns drawn. Up the road, they saw Winston running from his house toward the livery stable, followed by Burt and the others.Winston only managed to get fifty feet from his front door before he was gunned down. By the way his body twitched and jerked as it was falling, as well as the red blotches that appeared on the front of his white shirt from the exit wounds, it was obvious that he had been hit at least six times. The momentum of his flight,. I’m sure he couldn’t help being intimidated by Lucinda’s athleticism, or Mary’s classic grand southern lady charms. Why Tommy and I intimidated him was a little harder to understand. Sure we were both retired law enforcement officers, but we were also old. The operative word in our descriptions was retired. The unspoken words were old and worthless.Gerome spent his morning with the professor, while Lucinda was left to clean her small Gym. The thing the locals of the Vicksburg area appreciated.