Even though I was not inside her, the feeling was heavenly. I was speeding up somewhat and driving my cock even deeper between her thighs. I could f...eel my arousal deepening as pre-come started to drip from my cock.At this point, I knew there was no turning back and I began to worry about the cum. As hot as I was, I was going to be depositing a load between her legs and there would be no way to hide or disguise it. However, I never once lost a beat as I continued to thrust. My need to cum. That about right boy?"Red nodded in agreement. "What's your name son?" Fogerty asked. "If you don't mind telling me." John McCall." Well Mr. McCall, you'd be doing me a service if you'd finish me off; or give me my pistol and I'll do it myself. Don't hanker laying around for several days in pain before the end."Red didn't like the man but he had to admire his courage to do what needed to be done. Even with a doctor Fogerty had no chance; gut shot men just didn't survive. He drew his pistol then. Joe Don's kitchen had a "walk-in" fireplace for his stove. The hearth was up about two feet from the limestone surfaced concrete floor. The fireplace was easily six feet high and had a huge swing arm that could swivel in and out of the fireplace and hold a kettle large enough to make chili for about twenty-five people. One side had a grill about sixteen inches above the fireplace base. He could put charcoal or fairly big logs under it to barbecue steaks or chicken wings.Joe Don filled the time. She ignores his offering, only when his arm begins to shake with the strain and she can chastise him for his weakness, does she take it from him. With a dismissive wave, she sends him away. Remaining on his knees, he collects her soiled clothes and leaves the room. He takes the clothes and puts them in the laundry basket before returning upstairs to wait, kneeling by the bathroom door in anticipation of her to call.The call does not come. She exits the bathroom clad in a light dressing gown and.