No second shot was needed. I knew precisely where that bullet went and she was not going to be available to law enforcement, for interrogation anytime...... ever.Not sure if there were others involved, I remained vigilant until the first police arrived, then thumbed the safety on and placed the weapon on the tabletop. The first officer through the door moonlighted for the studio part time and recognized me instantly. “What happened? Is there an active shooter? Are you OK?” His questions came too. Marsha was up early, getting her bit of exercise before heading to work. Nobody else was up so she had the park to herself. The sun was just beginning to appear on the horizon.She was lost in thought and didn't notice anything wrong until Mookie started to bark. Marsha peered into the trees. There was a shadow there, definitely female."Hello?" she offered. The shadow separated from the darkness of the trees and Marsha could see the curves of an hourglass figure above the gait of a self-assured. . what the fuck, huh? Why not?"Then I heard a second zipper. Oh, fuck. My son was gonna take it out.Ten minutes later I had sneaked back out of the house and into my car. I waited a few minutes, then came back in the house, making a lot of noise this time and calling out to tell Robert I was home.He and Andy had gone up to his room by then, never knowing I had been in the house, having no idea I had heard what they had said, or what they had done."We're up here, Mom," Robert called down the. They knew they didn’t have long. The fifteen-minute coffee break was almost over. Wrapping her ankles behind him, she pulled him into her. His fingers gripped her hips and he pulled her into him.“Fuck,” they both groaned in unison. There was no time for finesse. This was no dance of seduction designed to heighten the senses. This was a pure, unbridled fuck of lust. He bottomed out inside her. She had thrown her head back with the first slam of his cock deep inside. She was soaked. She could.