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    Then there was the Emerill Vast incident that happened about ten years after she moved to North Parsons. Emerill Vast was barricaded in his house when he shot the family dog and then himself. It was only a few months before the incident that Annette was checking her mailbox one night and she watched as Emerill pulled up to his house in an unfamiliar black Jaguar. Annette felt it was shocking when she saw him lean over and give the driver of the Jaguar a long sexy kiss good-bye and the driver wasn't his wife. She remembered his wife Tammy saying that she was going to Malaysia for about a month and how she really hated leaving her Emmy all alone there at home, but it was her job after all, and what could she do? Annette could remember telling Tammy that she shouldn't feel guilty about earning money to take care of the family.She wondered what Tammy would think if she was there with her watching Emerill making out with some hot guy in front of their home. The guy was good looking. He looked like the Hispanic type. He had a wonderful hair cut and he definitely worked out. She thought she may have seen him at the gym she belonged to. It was hard for her to tell what was happening at the distance she stood, but she felt like 'Rico Suave' wanted to come in for some 'hide the sausage' action and Emerill was reluctant. After some heavy petting and spit swapping in the front seat of the Jag 'Rico' won out.A month later Emerrill and Annette were fucking almost every Wednesday. Emerill didn't really agree with the idea until Annette produced some digital photos of him and 'Rico' taken through the window of his house that very night. She explained that she was trying to capture pictures of a rare Black Squirrel that happened to be in his yard. Imagine her surprise when she returned home and saw what she had actually captured. Emerill took one look at the photos and wanted to shit himself. He sat there on Annette's couch in her family room with a look of dismay on his face, and said: 'What the fuck do you want from me you blood sucking bitch?'From that day on he and Annette fucked and sucked in every way she dared to dream. It was usually on Wednesdays, and Emerill hated every minute of it. It was bad enough that he had to have sex with his wife. Emerill thought of that as an arrangement. He'd fuck her about three times a month and he didn't have to work and her image would be up to par at her job. They attended the company functions together. She travelled the country a lot for work and he would pick up guys when she was away. It all worked out. Then Annette stepped in his life and nothing was the same again.Annette felt that with her busy fuck schedule that Wednesdays would work out the best. She couldn't do it on Mondays because she got her hair done each and every Monday, and almost every other day of the week she was busy with other sexual acquisitions.Right at that very moment she made him get down and suck her pussy just to show him who was 'boss'. She gave him precise instructions on when to stimulate what and just how to accomplish the best outcome. The one thing she failed to inform him was that she was a fierce squirter. Her personal distance record was about eleven feet, and she was able to do that while she rode a black guy from her gym in the reverse cowboy position. His fat dick was in her ass. Her feet were planted on his knees and when she came she squirted and it hit high on the wall across the room. If the wall hadn't been there she estimated it would have landed eleven feet away. From her to the wall was about nine feet ten inches. She figured it would have hit at least one foot two inches more if unobstructed. Go figure.As Annette put the screws to Emerill his spirit started to wear down. Eventually he came to Annette and said he couldn't do it any longer. So she showed him into her family room again, invited him to take a seat, and proceeded to show him the collection of videos she had amassed of him and herself together over the last couple of months. That collection included a lot of footage of him cross-dressing, and her favorite was the twelve inch strap-on he took up the ass after she got him drunk one night. "So you see Emmy baby, nothing stops 'til I say it does.", she said smiling with ice in her tone, "Otherwise I'll send the whole Goddamn collection to the wifey's fucking job! She can do a PowerPoint presentation to her fucking colleagues with it you pussy mother fucker!"Emerill flinched as she spat the words at him. They were like hot darts penetrating his skin. He actually started to well up, but promised himself he wouldn't let one tear drop over his lower lid."How dare you come in my house and try to tell me what you're not going to do! Are you fucking crazy? Listen to me and don't you ever forget it you puny fucking pansy...I own your ass! Now get over here and eat my pussy, bitch!"He complied right away and made sure Annette climaxed at least three times before he left. When Emerill left her house he was a completely a broken man.(and soaking wet)His wife was baffled as to the changes in her 'Emy-Pooh'. He just wasn't himself and he was always tired. They hadn't had any private time in almost three months and they most certainly shared private time with one another at least three times a month. Now he seemed depressed. He definitely was not himself. She had approached him about it and he bit her head off, which was not like her 'Emy-Pooh' at all. After careful consideration she suggested that maybe he should see a ther****t.About a week later after she went to work on a Wednesday morning neighbors reported that they saw Mr. Vast running back and forth in his front yard stark naked. By the time the authorities arrived Emerill had barricaded himself in his home and was threatening to shoot his wife's prize poodle named Kent. An hour later two shots rang out On North Parsons Blvd. The shots were about two minutes apart and witnesses swore they heard loud sobbing between the shots. The police didn't recover a note, just the lifeless bodies of Kent the poodle and Emerill. Emerill had dressed in some of his wife's finest lingerie for the occasion. They also found a peculiar message scribbled on the bedroom mirror but could not make heads nor tails of it and decided it wasn't pertinent to the investigation. The message said: 'Fuck you hydrant I'll see you in hell!'. Tammy said it meant nothing to her.Tammy ended up selling the house for lower than market value. She said the pain was too much and the memories were very thick there. The only way she could move on to the next phase of her life was to make a new start in a new place. Annette gave her neighbor a big hug and said she understood completely. Then she gave Tammy a peck on the lips (strange), which seemed to last way too long. Tammy would tell a relative later that she almost swore she felt Annette's tongue on her lips, but felt her stress level could have had her a bit delusional.

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