She desperately needed a hobby. The closest thing she had to one of those was her visits to the gym to keep her body well toned, or to a shooting club...to keep her marksmanship sharp.She occasionally tried sparring to practice her hand to hand combat skills but that never went over well. Her potential sparring partners were usually men, which excited her, but most of them were too apprehensive about hitting a woman, especially one as physically attractive as her.She wasn't vain or conceited but. And how it would make Marcia’s day, Mrs. Williamson’s I mean, if you would come to their house. And would I please make sure that you knew it was important to them, both Mr. and Mrs. Williamson, cause they love you and cause it’s an economical baptism where everyone gets to go.’ So in the end I had to promise her, I mean Mom, that I would see if she, I mean Cin, and I, meaning me, could change our plan for the beach so I could go to their, I mean the Williamsons’, house for his, Ethan’s,. Alexei’s unconscious body had been removed, and accompanied in the ambulance by Police, waiting to interview and then charge him as soon as it was humanly possible. The ringing of the ambulances sirens could be heard from miles away, and as they left the scene of the carnage they drove past the news teams whose camera’s captured the procession for posterity and the ever hungry news slots on TV. In her ambulance Kat, scared and her body on fire wherever the vicious crop had hit her, kept asking. "I resumed kissing her, not giving her the opportunity to say anything else. My tongue was deep in her mouth whilst my fingers continued to delve into her pussy. I eventually pulled away from her mouth but only so that I could suck on her nipples. I could see the patches of dried semen on her soft breasts. I moved down and began to kiss her stomach. I felt her go tense when I sought to move down lower still. She pressed her legs together, and held my head to prevent me going any further."No,.