I didn’t really want to kill him until I had some answers, and I was happy that I had the laser designator installed on the shotgun. I was confident...of hitting what I was aiming at up to 100 yards away, and this was well within that range. I should point out that with busted legs, he might as well be dead in this era, but he would be able to talk easier than he would with a load of buck and ball in his gizzard.I fired as soon as the red dot showed up on his knees, and my shooting was up to my. Ireally wanted his cock, I was already loving the musky smell wafting fromhis boxers. I pulled them down and his huge cock popped out, semi hard andthrobbing. I immediately went to the balls. I buried my nose in his ballsack and breathed in the musky smell of black cock and balls. I was inheaven! I needed my fix. I then proceeded to suck his cock, taking it in mymouth slowly, giving him a slow, wet blow job, then slowly taking it in allthe way and burying my nose in his pubes and taking another. "It's Constable Harcourt, Mr. Larson. We're following up on a missing person report. Your name came up due to a report of harassment and threats by a Mr. Aldo Ferraro. Can you tell me if you've had any contact with him in the last few days?"I'd been waiting for this call and knew what I wanted to say."No ... nothing at all, thank goodness. He's threatened both me and my girlfriend more than once. I won't be disappointed if I never hear from him again." When was the last time you saw or heard. “Where can I put my bag, Claire?” “Go and put it upstairs in our bedroom.” Katie chuckled, “Will I be sleeping with you and Paul then?” “Well you know Paul, he’s probably thought about it. Do you want a coffee?” She heard Katie hurry up the stairs and a few seconds later, Claire was in the kitchen, putting on the kettle. She knew, with the preparation already done, that they’d have plenty of time to relax and talk. The kettle was filled and set to boil as she got out two cups and put in the.