The cops would not have an extractor mark on a shell casing to compare to my shotgun. Nor would they have a firing pin impression to compare. That was...simply because I took the time to carry the empty shells away. Even if a homeowner caught my image on his security camera, I was nothing but a man in black. I hoped they labeled me the Johnny Cash killer. It seemed only fitting.One of the unexpected benefits of the hit was that when the network fell apart, and the new boss took over, he decided. I can feel you smile as you pull the zipper down. You use your hand to push the straps of my dress off my shoulders as you step back just enough so that my dress can fall to the floor. I moan softly as my now exposed skin is caressed with the cool air. I am now standing in front of your fully clothed body in my black bra and my favorite silky black panties. Your hands leave my body for a millisecond before grabbing my wrist, pulling me towards the only chair in the room. You sit down, pulling. I pushed myself more upright and began thrusting my hips back and forth, impaling myself over and over again on his hard shaft. Kevin met my every thrust, driving himself deeper with every stroke. Somewhere in the back of my consciousness I could hear myself groaning and gasping and letting out little squeals of delight as wave after wave of orgasmic passion washed over me. In the ferocity of our love making, we managed to roll over, giving Kevin the lead. I was in another world as he plunged. She shifted in her sleep turning to face me, cuddling in. I lay there, trying not to notice the way her breast brushed against the side of mine with every inhale and exhale or the dampness between my own thighs. Eventually, slowly, I drifted off to sleep.I woke to the buzzing of an unfamiliar alarm. Groggily I opened my eyes. It had been a long night, every time Joy had shifted in her sleep I had half roused. When I had slept I had been plagued by restless aching dreaMs. of her kissing me that.