Stupid thing was I told Kendra what I'd planned. Needed another now.I hobbled to the plastic chair at the cluttered kitchen table and slumped into it....If Ashton returned, I could drop him quick. The front door was parallel to the kitchen.The electronic clock atop the fridge read: 10:28PM. I pointed the revolver toward the door. Four minutes passed, I lowered the gun and stood. Ashton had a wife and daughter. Didn't want to waste this bullet on either.I stormed into the den and switched on the. He walked right past us and wiped his index and middle fingers on the shoulder of my blouse as he went into the kitchen.“You better have saved me some of that pizza,” he said, in a booming-drunk voice from inside the refrigerator.“We did, and what did you just wipe on me?” I asked while observing the clear looking liquid that had now soiled my new blouse.He put the half empty pizza box on the dining room table along with one of my dad’s beers and slid his chair up against Alyssa’s.“That would. He would only have to wait for help to arrive, and then he’d be home free, she might have survived a nine-millimeter handgun but she sure as hell couldn’t weather a UNN Marine boarding party armed with railguns.He would have to repressurize the bay, however. The rush of air as it escaped the hab module would rouse her, and she still had that emergency oxygen kit on her. She had also torn up his pressure suit, best to find one of the backups just in case. The freighter had taken enough damage. I managed to take one hand and place a finger to my lips, telling him not to make any noise, then I crooked a finger at him, motioning him to come closer.When he was standing next to me, I reached up and rubbed my hand on his cock. I could tell he must have been watching for a few minutes, because he was hard as a rock. I slowly pulled the vibrator part way out of my mother's cunt, then slowly slid it back into her. I had been concentrating so much on my pleasure, and then seeing my Dad, that I.