13. Finding Lust Again
Cold sweat breaking out of her pores Bailey slowly raised her head to meet the sight of a grinning lady with taut cheekbones.
Clad in a loose robe—similar to hers—the weak strands of her gray hair gummed to her forehead as a result of perspiration.
She seemed like an aged ghost that Bailey instinctively cowered from.
"You?" Turning to the middle-aged lady, he pulled his finger out of Bailey's core.
In turn, she quickly drew her thighs together, cheeks reddening as the lady raised a brow in entertainment.
"Yeah. It's me, rascal. Want to get out of here or continue pawing the poor girl's coochie?" She asked, her eyes flickering between both of them with her arms akimbo.
Immediately Joel's lips curled up in the corner with disgust as he assessed h
