" He put earphones back on and settled back onto his bed.Head bowed, Cathy left the room in defeat, tears beginning to slide down her cheeks.Almost b... instinct, she ran to her own bedroom and flung herself across the bed. When she finally looked up, she found herself looking at the picture of Mick. It was the _special_ picture, the one taken a week before the accident that had -- after fifteen years, it still hurt to think about it -- had killed him. He was smiling, that big dumb grin of. He was a little nervous. ‘It’s normal. Like they used to say in the Army: you watch out for the guys that are fearless,’ he thought. Out of his small carry-on, he unpacked his weapon. Nothing fancy: a .40 caliber Beretta that would easily do the trick. He then pulled out the box. It wasn’t fancy like you see in the movies. Just an old Nike shoe box. Inside were countless pictures of his target. Her husband was reluctant to take them from their home but if he wanted the job done right, he knew. One month before marriage didi once again asked me to come over to Delhi for finalising marriage hall and other things.I arrived on a weekday, Jiju had left for office by that time and children were at school. Finding didi alone at home gave me an instant hard on. After intial chit chats, didi asked whether I had made all preparations for marriage. I naughtily asked her what kind of preparations she was talking about.Didi: Tu sab samajh raha hai kis tayyari ki baat kar rahi hoonMe: Haan didi. This guy was so big and long that I was able to lick the pre-cum from his cock as he fucked my tits.“Oh shit Lily. That feels so fucking good. Suck it. Suck my cock. Suck my fucking cock now!” he didn’t have to tell me twice and as I moved to eye level with him I saw two small freckles. This must be Gwen’s friend from he previous night. She was right, it did kind of look like a face. I spat on his pole and slide my lips as far down him as I could.“MMMM damn. You are fucking huge.” I smiled and.