Fang
“So you and Gypsy, hey?” Pope asked from his place crammed next to me. He didn’t look at me. His eyes were too busy following Sylvia's every movement as she talked to Gypsy.
I knew why he was asking because his old lady had asked him too.
“Yep.” There was no point denying it, not that I wanted to. Everyone knew because I had made sure they did. I didn’t want there to be any more misunderstandings.
“But you already know that Pope, I’m guessing Sylvia just wanted you to make sure, right?” I sipped from my pint, my eyes glued to Gypsy's ass as she bent over to grab something from a low fridge.
My c**k twitched, and my palms itched to be filled with that ass.
“Actually she asked me to find out what your intentions were, and this is her talking and not me and I quote, ‘I don’t want
