I kept guns in a cleverly disguised wall locker, in the hallway, and grabbed the automatic shotgun, and my Glock, along with plenty of extra magazines... By the time my visitors arrayed themselves to cut me off from any escape, I had them right where I wanted them.All twelve car doors opened at once. They must have practiced that, and thought it would frighten their quarry, but all it did was get me laughing at their childishness. Once they were all out, I opened up on them with number two. He’d stolen my wife, was no doubt in tight with my children as their dad, and I was shaking hands with the man. That had to be the very definition of weird.“Nice to meet you, Sam,” he said.“Yeah,” I said, very quietly and totally insincerely.I noticed that the children, who’d come in behind the senior Cords were kind of hanging back. I was sure that they remembered who and what I was: they’d been three at the time. But the looks I was getting told me that my face, which had not been overtly. And as I was sucking on them she slammed down on my cock. She was so wet that there was no friction except for the fact that she was the tightest thing i'd ever been in, my cock was so thick and hard from all the teasing and masterful blowjob that i was thrusting into her and almost touching her womb.She moaned a little and then went quite, a moment later someone came into the bathroom and took a piss, I was flexing my hard cock inside of her while she was still waiting for the man to finish. Don't stare, she said to herself. Remember Tamara.But this girl did not resemble Tamara. She was not stunningly beautiful like Tamara-few women were-but Laura could see that her face was very lovely behind the huge lenses of her glasses, her eyes quick and intelligent, her mouth expressive. Very even white teeth. High forehead. Laura realized, as she tried not to stare, that this girl resembled Deshona more than anyone, and not physically either. Deshona was short, petite. Randi called her.