Krista was a cute girl [5'5", blonde hair, 120 pounds, and B sized tits] that had all the right curves developing and was going to be a handful for an... guy involved with her. We set up Tammy’s daughter in the upstairs bedroom and Tammy become my personal sex toy. She hadn’t been fucking her husband or anyone else for months and she was itchy for some male attention. The was just one problem, she moved in during her monthly period, so she had to suffer thru a week of heavy petting and making out. My wife had left for work earlier in the morning so around 9am I was debating if I should head into the privacy of my shower and get a good wanking in before the work day got really going and I wouldn’t be able to again. I didn’t like to watch video’s in my office when anyone was home. Even though I had a door, it was rarely closed and I was too afraid I wouldn’t hear someone and get busted. Especially by Hannah.For some reason, a lot of my fantasies lately were about Hannah. I wasn’t sure why. He didn’t want to ruin their dance, so all he could do was keep playing and hope.Sure enough, the groom attempted a move that the bride was not expecting. A successful dance lift requires a jump by the partner, but she didn’t know what he was up to. The new wife almost flattened her new husband as he struggled to lift her half-limp body, creating a comical moment.Rather than try to hide it, Fred extended a trill and made it off-key until they recovered with a twirl and resumed with a romantic. I had committed myself… in my heart, I knew that I could not survive letting the next van load of girls leave to go off to their deaths, even if it ended up costing me my life.I walked back to the car, trying to formulate a plan. I had no weapons, no backup… my only hope was to wait till late tomorrow night, let the fuss over Mitch die down as much as it could, and then try to take the men out one at a time. I’d had some serious training in the military, and knew I could kill with my bare.