J T Watson
"Here she comes," Donald Cross whispered.
Adam Cross looked across the parking lot at the tall and stunning redhead who walked toward them. She wore tight red shorts and a brief halter so that much bare flesh was visible. Adam's throat went dry. He wanted to rip off that halter and let those huge tits bounce free. He wanted to kiss and fondle and stick his aching cock in her cunt.
He sighed. Right now he had to attend to business. There would be plenty of time for other things.
"Wait until the boy gets tipped," Adam warned his brother. "We don't want anyone to see us."
His brother was silent. There was really no reason for Adam to give advice. Both he and his brother had worked together hundreds of times. Everything always went smooth.
They waited patiently while the boy put the groceries into the back of the redhead's car and took his tip. The redhead watched him walk back across the parking lot before she got into her car.
She was unaware of the two men that moved suddenly and swiftly across the parking lot until they were at both her doors. The first warning she got was the knife at her throat.
"Okay, baby," Adam Cross said softly. "Just move over and stay cool."
"What are you doing?"
"You'll find out. I said move over."