I’m happy you are.” I, equally drunk, blurted out, “well, I hope so, sir, I’ve got pictures of it right here on my phone,” and held up my ph...ne to him, showing one of the naked pics she had sent me. She was bent over, lightly pussy and spotless ass exposed, her red hair cascading down her pale back. “What the fuck,” he said as he grabbed it from me. At this point, I expected to get my ass kicked (or worse), but to my surprise, he just smiled, then started swiping through my phone, looking at. He was feeling up, pushing down and sideways…the depth, the speed and the pressure just fucking awesome….then hitting her g-spot which Oliver occasionally found by accident…Tristan was spot on and knew what to do…pressing purposefully for pressure…she felt the need to leak…and felt her juices escape ….as his pinky also eased into her freckle…it was nearly too much…she was on the crest of an amazing orgasm…when all of his fingers were out….the confident manipulating bastard….Tristan and Tamara. Not quite sure how that happened. He was doing two years for drug possession when our victim was killed. He orchestrated a bloody coup two years ago. This guy can be very dangerous. Stay away from him, that’s an order. Masons voice demanded. “So Meg what did you learn from cop central?” I asked.“Not a lot, everyone told the same story about Jerome. He evidently was a smart ass teenager. He was a disrespectful black kid, who liked white women. The white women of the county seemed to like. These were her father’s parents who appeared to be in their late seventies.“Paw Paw and Maw Maw, this is Chris Williams. Chris, these are my grandparents.”, she stated. “Very nice to meet the both of you.”, I replied. “Son, your arms are bigger than my legs.”, her grandfather chuckled. “Been in the gym for quite a while, sir.”, I answered. “Call me Pops, son.”, he replied. “Yes sir.”, I responded. We talked for quite a while, mostly about how I had come to date Lexie and the gym. I explained to.