They were a real mess. I moved the van and parked it away from the house.On returning to the house, I got the hose out, turned on the porch light, and...washed the blood and gore off the front porch and the steps, before going in to looked at my front door. What a mess! Not only was it broken from being kicked in, but there were a number of holes in it from the buckshot. All of this was uncalled for, as I had left the door unlocked. If they had tried the door knob first, it would have opened.. She felt them slip around inside her panties. She was soaked! God, God, God! Ok, ok, just stop thinking about this. Think about dead puppies.The need for orgasm still clawed at her body. Her hand moved down again and she shoved it between her legs. She leaned over her book to make it look like she was just keeping to herself. Never mind me. Just thinking thoughts about torture and getting really, really excited!Her finger moved over her clit in slow and non-obvious circles. Her puckered labia. “Did I cause that?” Keisha said smiling.“Yes you did. Sorry I can’t help it; you are so beautiful that he has a mind of his own.”“MMM how sexy. You’re bigger than I imagined.”Now she was grinning and I was blushing. “Okay enough. I am here to take some pics remember.”“I like watching you squirm.”“I bet you do.”I started to take more pics but now it seemed like Keisha was toying with me. She was being much more seductive in her poses. She would lower her bra strap just enough to tease me without. Taking a breathe I sat on the bench in just my boxers when Hunter walked in."what are you doing here?" I asked indignant, feeling a little sore after his tactis. His reply seemed genuine "My Perkins sent me in for being to rough on you" he laughed as he said it, which annoyed me even more.He lent forward and touched my bruise "ouch, didn't realise I was so hard on you", his touch was longer than expected and he begin to stoke it. "you need it kissing better" he said, and with his tongue he made.