. not fatigue, not exactly, but kind of in that neighborhood.Any killing also brought forth a blizzard of follow-up details, big and small.> Marina Cr...avens wanted no part of burying her brother. I’d killed him; Little River could dispose of whatever was left of him. Ruthless in a way, but I could sort of understand her attitude. Being involved in a funeral, or in any ceremonial event, would be an ongoing reminder of all that had gone wrong.> Helen Maple brought me my boots, retracing my route.. King got very excited and began jumping around and trying to knock me down, all the while sniffing around my ass.Undressed, I assumed the position on the floor. Face down, ass up.King wasted no time mounting my sore, loose, over-fucked ass. He thrust his cock into me in one hard, fast motion. All the way to his balls. Then he began to jackhammer my ass like there was no tommorrow. This time he pounded my ruined asshole for a good ten minutes before his knot began to grow. I felt his knot. My heavy balls were banging loudly against the back of her nylon covered thighs. Before long I was pumping large globs of sperm into her welcoming hole. We wanted a baby, so neither of us ever used any kind of birth control, even though I always carried a couple of rubbers with me, but they were used only when I fucked her up her ass. As I withdrew from her twat, cum dripped from her gash onto the concrete of the alley.My wife glanced over at the homeless wino and said, "Oh my God!" As I looked. I ignore it, and keep walking. Then the next thing I know, there the car is next to me, and the doors open, and I am grabbed.I scream as a hand claps over my mouth, and pulls me into the car. I am blindfolded and an arm holds me still, with the hand still over my mouth. I hear an engine roar, and my guess would be that the car is speeding along.I was wrong. That car that I thought had been looking for the right house had been looking for the right victim, or waiting for its victim to reach the.