The day before I left for my new duty assignment in Florida, I parked across the street from where Sheila worked and waiting for her to show up. I was... still in love with her and I wanted to see her one last time to say goodbye to her. As I sat in my car, I saw a new silver BMW with a man and woman inside pull into the parking lot. I recognized the driver, his name is Billy Abbott. He was a regular patron who I got to know after Sheila started working there. He always seemed to be there whenever. All right, now I've got a few deer carcasses. What do I do with them? Butcher them, obviously. A commercial butcher would report the carcasses as taken without tags—a big no-no and Mister Sheriff would not be my friend. Alternatively, I'd have to build a slaughter house and a smoke house, learn some butchery skill, cure and smoke the meat. That's not a bad outcome if you like venison, and I happen to like it!All right, your garden is going great guns. You have to water and weed it regularly.. There was no way out!"How could you, you filthy bastard," she screamed, "fucking in the bushes like a dirty dog. How could you let her touch you, she's a dirty bitch. Oh My God! How could you let her put your cock in her filthy mouth!"That was all Bob could stand, suddenly he s napped and before he knew what was happening streams of abuse were pouring from his mouth towards his young wife. He knew she was shocked, that was obvious from the look on her face, he had never spoken to her this way. I pulled her down onto my lap and felt her soft bottom grind into my over-heated groin. She looked up into my eyes and I could see the hunger hidden deep inside. Her zip was still open, so I just peeled her trousers down almost to her knees and lifted her onto me like a prime cut of tasty meat ready to be put on the spit. When I let her weight fall back down to my lap, she took my entire length inside without the slightest protest or verbal comment.Once full seated, Olga began to rotate and.