Heather and Miss Mabel examined the women. They told Karen and me that the one who was the worst off might never recover from the savagery to which th...ey had been subjected. Miss Mabel had talked to her and one other. They would go with her. Two others would stay with Karen as they figured out what to do with their lives as would the two men. The last two would live with us. One of them was the one who had shot the four men. Susan Hart was the shooter and Morgan Wallace had known her for some. "Th-thanks," she said, feeling tingles of arousal from his touching her hair. 'What was he thinking of doing next?' she wondered. Being unsure of his next move made this whole experience both frightening and exhilarating in an unexpected way. "Too bad....," he began. "Too bad it has to go." "Wh-what?" she asked, not understanding what he meant. Did he just say that her hair has to go? "What do you mean by that?" "Come with me," he said, taking her hand in his, and walking her to through the. " She sprawled out on the couch now, stretching her body, her breasts rising with her arms as she is stretching wide and long on the couch. Maria's white shirt rising up and showing her athletic tan stomach, her muscles slightly showing as she moves around and situates herself back on the couch in her new position. She was laying on her stomach, with her arm hanging off the side and legs slightly spread open, enough to see up her shorts if you looked closely and had a nice angle. Monica watched. She shivered, feeling the piss dripping off her cunt and her fingers. Then she felt his fingers rubbing her swollen, oily lips and gasped. He brushed her rigid clit and she moaned, then kept moaning as he slowly but deliberately masturbated her.He moved slowly, but still managed to be very rough. Pinching her clit and scraping it with his nails. Forcing to fingers uncomfortably inside her. Her body loved it, but she was mortified, being masturbated right out in the open surrounded by the scent.