We talked for a bit and she told me that John worked so much that she felt so alone. I began to extol John’s virtues of trying hard to support his f...mily on a gas station mechanic's salary. I suggested she cut him some slack because I knew he loved her. Shortly thereafter, I got up to leave and she gave me a big hug for being a friend and sticking up for John. I could feel those erasers burning a hole in my chest as she leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Call me weak, but I’ll admit I. I cannot do a thing, so I just have to accept it, despite not wanting or liking it at all.Walking behind me Valentine places some lubricant in my arse hole. Looking up, I can see a long mirror directly in front of me. At the current angle I can see down my back, and watch while he straddles the bench to place his dick at my arse hole. Raising my eyes a little I can see he is watching me watching him. Making eye contact he smiles, and pushes forward into my arse. I have never been arse fucked. We spent most of the morning in bed, kissing and touching — I really like the touching!Sharon made the point that we needed to get started on our day, so we took a shower together which was a lot more fun with a naked woman in there with you.Changing into comfortable clothes, I knocked on the girl's door and Faith opened it. "Do you guys want to go with your mother and I looking for a place to live?"Faith responded, "I think you two should do this together, OK — Hope and I can keep ourselves. You have set them free from him." I shot him in cold blood!" I said."No. He was armed. He had a pistol in his belt. Didn't you see it? Didn't you see him reach for it?" Rala asked.Shaking my head no, I looked at the body and stood up. Walking over to the scum who killed so many of our men and woman, I stood there looking at him. Using my foot, I rolled him over onto his back. Tucked into his belt was a pistol and I bent down and yanked it out of the sash. It was an old Russian Markov pistol. I.