He decided a weekend kill would be best. That left him the week to track the woman and learn her routine. The Mayfield woman had no information on the... woman besides her name. She didn't know if Jan Elliot was married or single. She didn't know if she was a member of a gym or part of sewing circle.He did an Internet search on the name and came up with thousands of hits. He limited it down by adding "Emerald Cove" to her name and found a blog called "Green Scene" where the woman's name popped up. “You wanted my cock and my cock is what you are going to get” Bob hissed at her as his hands pulled at her skirt, he ripped her thong clean off her, deposited it in his jeans pocket, another for the collection he thought grinning.He roughly turned her around and thrust his rock hard cock straight into her pussy, pulling her back onto him his hands reached for her breasts grabbing at her nipples through her shirt and bra pulling them in turn, his cock fucking in and out of her, her head back. He just smiled and said, "Welcome back, Mr. Morgan." I thanked him and he went on down the road."Gampa, do you always carry a gun, even when you're at home?" Yes, Timmy, I do. After all that's happened and considering the church may still cause some trouble, I want to make sure I can protect all of us." Good, I don't ever want to go back to the compound where me and Mom were. I am glad you're looking out for all of us, Gampa. When I get older, will you teach me how to shoot so I can protect me. Finally my intense joy was over and my body was spent. But just as I was ready to protest at Jon's continued thrusts I realized that deep down inside me he was rekindling another orgasm for me. I couldn't believe it. But it was true. Jon continued to thrust into me like a machine, never breaking his stride, until my third orgasm was rushing through my exhausted body. Then he hugged my tight and released his need into me grunting with each deep thrust, showing his pleasure as he emptied himself..