The ring was still there in my hand. I had squeezed my hand so tightly at some point I had broken the skin of my palm and there was an imperfect circl... cut into the flesh. There was no blood though… One’s heart has to be pumping for you to bleed, I guess. Mine was not. I didn’t have a heart anymore. I kept hearing Kathie’s words in my mind… over and over again… “If you ever loved me… let me go.” I choked out a laugh of despair. “Like I have any other choice!” I shouted to no one. I. " I brushed her hair away from her eyes. I moved her hair and placed a kiss on her neck and whispered, "tonight is about you.”I stripped and was standing behind her with my dick pressing against her ass cheeks. My hands were rubbing her breasts. One hand moved over her stomach until I reached her shaved mound and I was slowly touching her outer lips. I could hear Kristen moaning.I asked, “Have you ever had your pussy licked?”Kristen replied, “No, that has never happened, but I have fantasied. Why are you doing this?Stranger: I love sex... and I know you do, too. Plus... mmm, ready to cum for me, my dear?You: *sighs* YeaStranger: Let yourself go, then. Pour your juices all over my cock... let it out...You: *cums, a lot* Happy?Stranger: Not yet...Stranger: *Door opens* "What the... DAD?!?!? Alex? Oh no... not again..."You: (Im calling the son Jason)You: Jason!!You: He......I.....100grand.....My family......our house....Stranger: mmm, we're just finishing up here son... aaaaaaaa. Everybody conceded that I was now as good as Dad with the shotgun. I had been doing a lot of practice, and that shotgun had grown to be a part of me. Dad had already been looking for another one, and he couldn’t find one on the open market. He said that he was going to call his friend for one for me to keep. He wanted me to keep one beside my bed for now. That’s what I was doing with Dad’s shotgun at night. He was depending on his .45 until another shotgun showed up.A delivery van showed up on.