ButI didn't know what to say, or how to say it. They couldn't know I'dwatched them, that I'd spied upon them. That I'd betrayed any trustthey might ...ave had in me based on our times together in the ridingclub by purposefully invading their intimate privacy. So I had to playeverything cool.I just didn't know how to do that. Or if I was even capable of it.I ended up not going to the Saturday ride. I got a few texts, fromother people in the group as well as both Stefan and Anthony,. When he returned, Angela was eager to hear more."Well?" she said. "What happened? Did you win in the end?" No," he said bleakly."He won?" No, he killed them." Pardon?" she was shocked: it was so sudden and stark."He apparently insisted on a big party to celebrate the divorce, or at least the first step. It was at an expensive restaurant with her family and he invited me. I didn't go."She laughed at the idea. Joseph smiled and continued."He got drunk at the party but insisted on driving Susan. “Want to have some fun?” I asked him. “You know I’m on duty tonight,” he replied. “Too bad, I’m horny, and need some dick. I guess it will have to be somebody else then,” I told him. Bubba got an annoyed look on his face. “You’re a little faggot, and from what I hear, every body’s dipping into your honey pot,” Bubba said and started getting up. I backed off, smiling at him. Jon walked in. “Come on sweet cheeks, you don’t need to be pissing off Bubba,” he said. Bubba sat back down. Jon and I. This suspicion was confirmed a moment later when I placed a tentative finger just beside the slit. I watched her face to see how she would react. Natalie's gaze shifted from my finger, to her stroking hand, and then to my face. Her smile was more crooked and sly now. She had now applied a second hand on my hairless balls and squeezed them. I started fingering her more eagerly. I did not actually insert the finger and rubbed her clitoris until I felt it hardening under my finger tip. Natalie's.