Poor thing. Greg wasn't the most popular guy around, and he desperately wanted to have a "thing". He'd decided that ordering a couple pizzas and hosti...g a weekly poker night at his apartment was going to be it. Usually, it just got some loose acquaintances to come over and leave with his money. But he'd been on a hot streak lately.Emily joked that Greg was "good-enough-looking," when it was just her and Sophie talking—he had the jawline, he was tall, he dressed as well as any other broke. Just two days before I was at his house, and now there I was sitting at the lawyer's office, waiting for the reading of his will.Not that it's ever such a shock when a 95 year old man dies. Uncle Buster, however, wasn't your typical old man. To hear my father tell it, he was a pretty normal, fairly shy and quiet guy before he was drafted into the army, years before I was born. After three years of war, though, he returned a changed man. But not like you'd normally expect. Many people come back. ‘His girlfriend threw him out again. What do you want, Patrick? Not that it is ever anything less than a pleasure to hear your voice. You did not ring me before five in the morning because you were worried that I was lonely.’ ‘True,’ PJ admitted frankly. ‘I need you to check something out for me, ASAP.’ ‘And it couldn’t wait until a civilised hour, huh?’ Mikka rubbed his eyes with the fingers and thumb of his free hand. ‘I need you to find Rayne for me,’ PJ told him, cutting to the business. For all his ravening hunger he took time to squeeze her tit and drill her with his stare, like the sweetest satisfaction he would ever know was assured.Oh God, get on with it. Whatever it is, just fucking do it!He did, throwing her down onto the sofa cushions and climbing behind her. His hands parted her cheeks and another jet of warm lubricant splashed all over her ass’s cleft, trickling and oozing. At least, she thought, the bastard was planning on minimal friction when he entered her. She.