. sorry. Just have a lot on my mind today.” she replied.“ah, worried about school and stuff?” I asked.“No, just stuff”“OK”I made myself ...ome coffee and sat down at the other side of the table. I would say that I broke out the newspaper and starting reading it but who gets newspapers still? Anyway, I took out my phone and started looking at mindless stuff like my Facebook feed.“ummm Mark, can I talk to you about something?” she asked.“Sure, what’s up?”“Can we, uh, talk somewhere private?”“Oh, ok. I had spent the previous night reading, and fell asleep on the couch. I glanced at the clock and realized it was already noon, I had slept in a lot. The knocking on my door grew more intense, and I got up and answered the door. There was Rachel, looking just as beautiful as the day she stood near the altar in the church. She gave me a hug that would rival any bear. Again, she left me breathless. I glanced down at her, and had a million things to say, to ask. ‘Rachel, what the…?’ She interrupted. After I let go of my load he pulled out and released his load onto my belly spraying me all over with his sweet cum. As soon as he was spent he sat down next to me and put me on his lap, we held each other for the longest time just kissing softly and staring up at the clouds. Soon his member was growing from under me and we both knew what would happen next, I got off his lap and knelt down in front of him and took his member deep into my mouth, sucking it clean and making it grow hard as my. From my position only a few hundred feet away, this would have been one of the easiest shots I had ever taken.At this point in my life, I already had over 200 confirmed kills, so one more shouldn’t have bothered me at all.But I couldn’t pull the trigger!So, do I explain why I couldn’t kill her mother, as the beginning of this story?Or do I go back even further?You should always begin a story at the beginning, but which beginning?I have already told you most people, including my wife and my.