They went down and I knelt again. The next time it was four men through the front and another through the side door. Again I shot the one coming in fr...m the side first. The other four were spraying the wooden counter as I rose up. I shot one in the head and the next two in the chest and the last as he spun to fire at me.I waited for several minutes before moving to the old man. The sirens were coming closer as I helped him up. I pulled him after me and out the side door. I turned and started. If you touch her it could be the end of your relationship with her.’ ‘Are you sure about that?’ ‘One hundred and ten percent.’ Jack shuffled his feet nervously. ‘Bullshit.’ ‘One hundred and ten percent.’ His gaze dropped and Marin knew she had him. Even so, she knew his mother better than he did. Pauline had true grit and would never give up on him. Besides, he was her first-born. ‘Wait here.’ Marin returned from the bedroom with an old black bra and a pair of new knickers her mother had given. As we lay in bed later that night I suggested to her that I might find it hot to see her with a stud like them. She was thoughtful about it. I could tell that it intrigued her. The idea of filling her tight hole with another mans big fat cock seemed tempting, what were the odds? I knew I was playing with fire here, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't apprehensive, but as we talked about it, I was so turned on that I kept pushing. "You're weird," she told me, faking disgust, playfully. "Most. She figured that was a better place to start than the ... sensitive bits.Feigning more confidence than she felt, Emma pulled up a tuft of pubic hair and ran the razor across it. It did its job admirably and a huge pile came off in her fingers. She tossed it onto the towel then glanced up at Brent. Brent was smiling down at her, fully trusting in her skills. That made one of them.Reassured by not having castrated Brent with a beard trimmer (was that possible? Emma felt the urge to shudder but.