One thing about it, the sound of a .44-40 going off in a small room will surely get your attention!I said, in my best hidalgo Spanish, "Put your hands... up or you will wind up like your friend." The authoritative sound of my voice and the choice of accent was enough to shake them into compliance. I kept them covered while Bob took their weapons. My God, they were a walking arsenal! The four thugs yielded 11 revolvers and six knives; the store owner had to provide us with a croaker sack to carry. I was kinda getting attached to her. Even she used to chat very good with me and care about me which I was liking.We used to meet every weekend once we were having dinner on Saturday. We were chatting casually she told that she is going back to Mumbai because she belongs there. I was little bit sad. She got tears in her eyes and she told that she likes me and she’s very attached to me. Finally she told that she loves me. I was shocked but then she told that she want to be with me till she goes. Gabi dug farther into the man's mind, and touched something dark. Her mind flinched back from the noxious miasma that was slowly consuming the man's consciousness. She felt more soiled by that touch than she had by what the men had done to her.Al screamed at the touch, but Gabi couldn't tell if it was a scream of fear or hate. It could have been both. The alien screamed again, and focused all the power at their disposal. He gathered all the memories of pain that Gabi had gathered, and formed it. The remaining spurts pooled on her neck and between her boobs. I was exhausted, and slumped next to Terri on the bed. My step mother looked like a delicious whore, covered in my semen. I rested for at least half an hour before deciding I should clean Terri up a bit, and get her into her satin night gown. I got of the bed and stood in silent nakedness, surveying my dirty deeds, and enjoying the fact that my step mother was lying on her bed, dripping cum, and looking like a slut. As I stood there.