Sage began throwing his ass into Don’s full thrusts. Don’s delivered an open-palmed smack to Sage’s right ass check as his head tilted back. Whe... he looked again, he said, “Look at that ass jiggle on this dick. I love watching your pussy swallow my dick!”“Oh, my god! You’re stretching me so open,” cried out Sage.“Hell yeah! Take it like a girl!”“Yes, sir! I’m taking it like a naughty sissy faggot.”“Oh, shit” Don announced as he collapsed on top of Sage.They remained in the position with Sage. The conversation started easy enough, but it didn't take Paul long to bring up Saturday night, we talked over what I had seen, what I had confessed to them. Then Paul hit me with it "Obviously if you are interested in taking it further, Stuart and I would love to help, not us personally but we have a lot of very nice and discreet friends" I was speechless, thought for a few seconds and confirmed that "Yes, I'd really like you to help", another round of beer sealed the deal.Over the next few. A-_-s, well so I myself say as prior-military-enlisted-personnel myself, but then they themselves being of law-enforcement had got that mad-shooter finally, thank God for that, dropping his, excuse my language, &/or pardon my French, funky, & foul, stinking, stanking a-_-s like that being of a hot potatoe, but then they being of law-enforcement had recovered that being of the lethal weapon of the firearm being of which was used by the mad-shooter. like wtf?!!! you can't even be safe at a local. Now I was perspiring so much from the practice that my grey top was wet and sticking to my chest and the outline of my bra was clearly visible. I could sense all the guys there staring at my chest but it was only after practice was over and I went to the washroom and realised that my top was wet. Honestly it was almost like I was not wearing the top and the mere thought of the guys staring at my chest was kind of a turn on. Anyway I controlled myself and wrapped my stole around my top and left.