"We're bad cops and we're gonna abuse you." Her glasses slip down a bit on her nose and she stares at me over them and rubs her wadded cotton panties...over my face, drying my face as I breathe her 13yr old pussy scent. She backs against the pool table and and hops backwards up onto it. Scooching her butt to the edge of the table she flaps her legs open and closed a few times giving me a glimps of bare snatch. She looks exitedly at Betsey and then back at me as her glasses slide further down. Greg kissed her neck and rolled onto the bed that day was a short meet as Greg had to take his wife out so he dressed and before leaving he gave Sally £25 to buy something. Like before once he was gone l had her spread legged with my cock filling her hole with my load, Greg may have been in his 70s but he was a heavy cumer and he could get Sally’s pussy juices flowing. On the way home Sally said that Greg asked her to get engaged he had no intention of leaving his wife or her leaving me, he. It makes me feel special!" I was looking at him smiling. "You make my pussy very wet, when I look at your hard cock." I rubbed my middle finger down my cunt to add to the statement. "You want to jerk off don't you?" I asked. He looked at me, licked his lips and swallowed... "Yes very much!" I was stunned... all my playing, all my teasing. I got him to the point of confession and I was not sure where I wanted this to go. I mean all those thoughts sort of fade away when confronted with something. “Did you ask him about us or something?” “I couldn’t. Gabe had just gotten home for a quick dinner before a late strategy session. They have this strange camaraderie that I wonder about.” “What do you mean?” “Marcus stops by occasionally, the door’s always open for him. Considering Gabe comes home for dinner now, that’s when he comes by. Gabe says that they only talk about football and plays but I don’t know sometimes.” Hadley snorted, “Maybe he needs Godly advice.” The conversations.