At least two of the women had pistols in their purses, for protection, and now these guys have those weapons, along with the trooper’s service weapo.... I repeat, do not take these guys on by yourself. Call for backup!”I grimaced at the mention of the victims having weapons. While I, like most police officers, approved of the Constitution and the Second Amendment, the reality was that very few people who owned guns had any idea of how to use them or when. Combat troops and police officers are. I’ll--” Max wedges a block underneath the door, careful not to scrape her knees. It’s open just enough so he can hear her moan and talk. He sets the welcome mat underneath her. It’s not the most comfortable thing to kneel on, but at least it won’t hurt her. “What are you doing?” “In short? I’m punishing you. It seems you girls never learn.” “What do you--” Her sentence is cut off by a deep moan. Just as soft as he thought they would be when he first saw them. Her lips are long and puffy, pussy. .I..." I stopped stammering in time to realize his eyes scanning over me. From my bra-covered breasts to the black heels I had on. (I try to be as sexy as possible, I love seeing lust-driven hunger in my victims' eyes before I fuck their brains out.) I blushed. His eyes met mine before he took a step toward me. I took a step back, surprised, pretty much convinced that what I saw in my dear brother's eyes was me hallucinating again. Thinking of hallucinating, I quickly asked, "Why did you say I. “I’m not sure how you feel about this, but this is our room. Mine and Celeste’s that is,” he said slowly. “We have a guest room too. I’ll leave that up to you.” ‘His bed that he shares with his wife, umm; what do you say to that?’ I thought. “Are you sure that you want to, um, do it here?” I asked him. He brushed a lock of my hair from my face and said, “I don’t want to ‘do it’ with you ever. I want to make love to you first and maybe later fuck or have sex.” He kissed my lips softly and I was.