Well I got pissed and was not able to control myself listening to them harass Craig. I stepped out and walked toward told the officers and said: "Loo... the reason he was swerving is because I was giving him a hand job and he was really getting into it." I continued with his defense: "Look at him if you don’t believe me because his cock is still a little hard." It was like a lifetime the officers stood there saying nothing, just staring at me. All of a sudden they looked at each other and busted. I had to have my revenge finally and once for all against Jay. Dad was out of the picture, but my Dad’s father lived in town and was sort of a hermit, a mystery. Mom rarely took us to see him and he didn’t make it his business to see us. I knew he could help me. “Grandpa, good to see you.” I said.“What do you want, scamp?” he eyed me cautiously. “You wouldn’t come over for nothing, so talk.”I spilled. I told him everything. The abuse, the name calling, how my friends wouldn’t stand up for me.. He shoved hard and, as he felt her pussy begin to flutter around his erection, he let loose, hosing her as full of his essence as he possibly could.They both collapsed, gasping for air. He managed to roll them sideways, and her leg came over his hip to keep him next to her... in her.“You shouldn’t have done that,” he chastised her.“I was lying,” she said. “Teasing. I didn’t stop taking my pills.”“Why did you say that?” he groaned.“Because I wish it was true,” she breathed.A week later things. I’m 54 and as I was bored, I went back to work and am now working part-time in David Jones in the men’s outfitting section where we always call our customers “Sir” unless we know their surname. What do you do, Duncan?”He said that he ran a printing company but left most of the day-to day work to his manager, only going in to the office once or twice a week. He then asked me what other interests I had and what was my family status.I told him that I was married with 4 adult children and that I.