She gasped something unintelligible and grasped John's arm in a vice like clawing grip. He kissed her and pried her fingers apart. The force of her gr...p had left bruises.She fumbled for his cock, still on her back, her eyes tightly shut and screwed. Her eye paint had run in two dark stains to her ears. I cleaned up her come that had puddled on the floor. The salty tang was like a beacon to me and had my cock throbbing from its sheath. Her pheromones acted like a narcotic to my receptors, I had. "We don't have a dock," Grace and I responded."I know that ... the boat is on the mooring." We have a dinghy."That brought out raised eyebrows ... and that twirly motion that dads make with one hand when they want you to 'get on with it'."It's on the trailer ... we need to launch it."More twirly."We need to start the pickup."Continuous twirly."So we can hook it up to the trailer ... so we can run it down to the Bait House Boat ramp and launch it."Twirly" ... the battery is dead." I'll jump it. You messed that up by postponing the marriage, but that is of minor concern." Well, Imhab, I guess you know that I can never trust you again. You are now my bitter enemy, and I will have to kill you." Ah, John Winter, that is so funny! You talk of killing me, and you are the one surrounded by my bodyguards. It looks like I misjudged you. You are a fool! GUARDS, KILL HIM!"All I had to do was to flip the safety off and start shooting. I had selected solid rounds instead of explosive rounds. I had seen Cheryl before but never this close.She was young, with curly black hair, fair skin and dark blue eyes. Maturing sexually; she was developing nicely at all the necessary spots with pulpy breasts and nicely spreading hips. For her age the onset of maturity was looking awesome on her. We had been very good neighbors and friendly since the day I had moved in here especially with her mom.Very confident and sure; she looked at me and asked if I had any beer in my fridge and before I was.