"Larry." I corrected."Larry," he concurred. "I'm Jim. Not James, please; and not Jimmy either, if you don't mind. Is that it?" No. There's a possibili...y, and that's all I can say, a possibility that it was somebody named Walter Quiller who was driving the car that hit her, and that it was deliberate. There's a stronger possibility that Walter Quiller was here in the hospital shortly after she'd been brought in, posing as me, trying to see her."That got his serious attention. "And you know this. "I wanted to do it. I want to make you feel good, Pop. I want you to get something out of this weekend too." She realized she meant it. Terri was finally accepting that this weekend was not just about knocking her up."Well, thank you. Feel free to do that whenever you want."Pop was rubbing her ass and she felt his hand sliding lower. She thought he might want to go again, but she really wanted to shower and clean up. She rolled away from him and said, "Not right now. I need a long, hot. I sat behind a table. My small hands clasped in front of me on thetable. She just stood there staring at me.Finally, she spoke, "I can't. I can't even."With that, she turned and ran out.A few minutes later, the female officer came back into the room."We are talking to her, please wait," she said.I nodded what little my collar would allow. The officer left the roomagain.The emotions were overwhelming me. I began to cry. A lot of timepassed. My tears had stopped but my guilt and regret. She moaned in compliance as her hips began to buck and shake and her eyes rolled back in her head. He could feel her leaking her creamy cum all over his hard cock and balls as he continued to pound her tight pussy, “fuck baby that’s hot, cum all over my hard dick for me baby, make that pretty little pussy cum for me, make that dirty little pussy cum” he whispered in her ear, “Oh! Fuck! Freddie! Fuucck!” she screamed as she came hard, oozing out her pussy juice and cream all over his cock..