As my movements gradually grew faster, and even in her blissed-out state some primal instinct of Fran's made her hips start to buck gently, I felt my ...limax approach. Fran's movements grew stronger, she was breathing faster and more deeply, and I felt her back begin to arch again.Then I came. And as my juices bathed her insides, Fran also climaxed with an overwhelming sense of bodily release and a massive sigh that seemed to empty her lungs of every particle of air.But I had not finished. By. I had an evil thought that I was going to try to bring it back again. I supposed that Tad had gotten a boner, too, although fully dressed, his was quite a bit easier to hide from public view.Again Louise, still nude herself, was fully engaged, helping to pose me on their big bed. "I'm wet," I told her. "I'm going to get your bedspread all gooey with my lubrication!"Louise laughed. "It'll all come out in the wash, Sweetie," she said. "Don't you worry."Don had Louise join me on the bed for. "Give me the case and you're free to go," the masked man placed themuzzle of his pistol against the driver's temple."Why? I'm a dead man regardless." The driver was resigned to his fate.The masked man pulled the trigger and blew the driver's brains out."Shit," the masked man cursed.The masked man was a killer when he had to be but he didn't particularlylike killing. There was nothing glamorous about killing another humanbeing; no glory, nothing to brag about. There was nothing cool aboutit;. She drove flawlessly at thirteen, so well that the Sheriff never seemed to notice her as she drove into town for supplies by herself.He was making money now, lots of it actually, and had saved enough that she could go to any college she wanted to.In short, life was great.Except that his niece gave him raging boners on a regular basis.He smiled at her shapely ass, perched on the fender of the car. She'd found the '67 Fastback Mustang in old Mr. Peterson's barn one day when they'd gone over to.