He closed the door automatically, the way people do, slamming it behind him with little regard for his neighbors, and then he dropped his wine as Ange...a killed him. The bottle didn't break, it just rolled briefly, coming to a stop close to where I sat, watching them.Angela fed for a few moments and then dragged him to me, leaving a thick trail of smeared blood on the floor and I had my fill of him. I'd become very tired by then, and my shoulder seemed to hurt less, but it still ached. Angela. You have a hand in you panties rubbing deeply into your pussy with a finger darting in from time to time. I can see how wet you are .i place my hand over yours and push your finger in very deep and wiggle it with my own. I hear you squish so I lick all under your tits and move downward to your belly kneeling before your pussy. I take your hands and place them on your tits and tell you to keep squeezing your nipples as hard as you can. I lean you against the wall and rub my nose up over your wet. Shaun, for one moment my life stopped.”He moved over to sit by her side, “Sharon, I’m a hard man to kill. Look darling, I want to get this war over with so I can make an honest woman of you.” She smiled through her tears and kissed him.She made him remove his shirt, then cleaned and redressed the wound. “Will they be able to remove the stitches at your base?”He nodded “Cookie will be able to do it”, he replied.She cleared away the dressings then went into the kitchen. Shaun knew she would have. "I didn't realize that was you and your wife until Helen told me. I read about it on the news. I sympathize with you. It must have been a terrible blow to your self-esteem." I've gotten over it," I said wistfully. "Having my daughter here with me helps. She's been a real help in getting me back on an even keel emotionally. So, is that why I'm here, for sympathy?" Actually, I had planned on taking someone else home, the way I usually do," she said. "I usually target some eager young guy, a.