That kind of thing was not going to result in the most accurate of target acquisition; however, it was the kind of shooting that a shotgun was made fo....I had swung just a trifle too far and the ball part of my buck and ball struck the building wall a glancing blow. That tore away the paper wrap that was holding the shot together, and the shot scattered willy-nilly. The result was that the man caught many of the buckshot slugs in his chest and neck, and that was fatal.I had little time to. That was it her legs gave way and she fell to the floor, onto her hands and knees. I lowered myself behind her and proceeded to lick her pussy up and down, on every third up I pushed my tongue as far into her pussy as I could. Before long she was gasping and panting in time to my licks. As I got faster so did her panting. I soon realised she was about to orgasm and so on my last lick I stuck my tongue into her anus, it was tight and I struggled to get any depth but the wiggling of my tongue. A fear rose within Mark that after all she would surely have to endure Anna may no longer want to share physical acts of love with her husband, It was a terrifying thought that in gaining a contract he could lose this beautiful innocent woman."I love you Anna." he said softly, breaking the long silence."I love you Mark." She replied softly. "Mark, promise me you will stay nearby, no matter what they do, no matter what you have to see me do, please stay near to me." I promise darling," he said. So, I decide to get closer.However, doing it is not easy. I'm afraid to turn around. I just turn halfway through and stay there. My gaze traces along the coast line up to the rocks. My heart beats like a drum. I'm afraid to see that old pavilion, to see my wife with him. It's easier hearing than seeing, easier dreaming than living. It will never be the same again.I close my eyes and turn around. 'Keep going, Greg, it is already happening,' I think to myself. I crawl towards the sound. It is.