I already had the cross-hairs lined up on her face, and had started applying even steady pressure to the trigger. From my position only a few hundred ...eet away, this would have been one of the easiest shots I had ever taken. At this point in my life, I already had over 200 confirmed kills, so one more shouldn’t have bothered me at all. But I couldn’t pull the trigger! So, do I explain why I couldn’t kill her mother, as the beginning of this story? Or do I go back even further? You should always. That was something I was surprised at as all my friend’s mothers seemed ... seemed to have big tits under their clothing. I say seemed because I’d never been this close, never mind touching any of them, maybe it was a young lad’s idea and infatuation while growing. Mum went to the bed, moved a pillow and lay down, working the pillow under her butt, spreading her legs so I couldn’t help seeing her pussy. She had a mound of black hair and her pussy looked wet. Again she used her finger, smiling a. Only to have his head snapped back up by the shocking trickle of warm moisture on his throat. ‘Oh God, you’re crying, please Sophie love, stop crying, please, I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have let this happen, I’ll go away, I’ll never mphmmmph -‘ Sophie pressed her forehead to the hand she’d slapped over his mouth and cried harder. Each sob shook her little body and seemed to wrench at something vital inside him. Helpless tears gathered in his own eyes as he stared down at her bent head.. I'd missed things, forgotten things, and messed up. Something I try very hard not to ever do. It was a shitshow, as John would say. God I couldn't wait to see him.Then I realized it was Wednesday and I hadn't heard from him. That started another worry. Why hadn't I heard from him? Did our date go badly? It didn't seem like it. And, I then I remembered it was a fake date. Ugh. Damn it. Kay had said I needed to come clean this Friday, and at the time it seemed like a good idea. Now I wasn't so.