He falls for his pianist sister.
As we entered the pool room I refilled everyone's glasses and then sent Ray back to the bar for a refill and told Ron and Karen to drink up as more were on the way and they're no good warm.
I then challenged Karen to the first game, put a quarter in the machine, released the balls and racked them up. I told Karen it was lady's choice if she wanted to break or not and she said since she was very good at pool she'd let me break. Well, what I wanted was Karen leaning over that table taking shots so I made certain that nothing went in on the break and then it was Karen's turn to shoot. As she bent over to line up for a shot it made little difference where in the room you were standing, because either from the down the front or either side you could get a great view of her delicious tits, and from the back you could feast your eyes on an ass that was to die for which was tightly incased in a pair of jeans about a half size too small.
Well, Karen missed her shot and Greg said it was because she was too tense and told her to drink up so she could loosen up a bit. So, down the hatch went a large gulp of her drink and I said that each time one of us missed a shot we had to take a drink and then proceeded to intentionally do just that. I drank and then waited as Karen moved to the table. Predictably she missed the shot as I am a half way decent pool player and in the process of the intentional miss I had buried the cue ball leaving her with no shot.
By then Ray had returned with another pitcher of margaritas and topped off everybody's glasses and then sat down along the wall next to Ron and engaged him in conversation while watching the action out of the corner of his eye. After enjoying her gyrations trying to get a shot at the ball we then watched as Karen gulped another large portion of her drink after missing. Ron said she better go easy on the drinks as they hadn't eaten dinner yet and she was drinking on an empty stomach. No one paid much attention to him as I stepped up and proceeded to make a shot so the whole thing would not look too phony, followed by a miss to return the shot to Karen. Karen then made a shot so we raised our glasses to toast her success there by getting her to take a drink anyway. We could tell by her movements and the way she slurred certain words that she was beginning to feel the drinks. She missed her next shot and Greg told her she was still too stiff and was holding the cue stick the wrong way. He slipped up behind her and while reaching around to coach her on how to hold the stick pushed his now rather pronounced bulge against the tight little ass. As he worked with her grip he also worked his cock against her ass and his hands were brushing her tits.
This did not escape Ron's attention and as he looked like he was about ready to say something Ray pointed to a beer poster on the wall with a well endowed Babe on it and commented on how hot she looked causing Ron to look away from the action momentarily. Karen seemed a little confused by all that was happening but did not protest when I walked over to join them and assist Greg in showing her how to line up a shot. As I took over working with her hands on the cue stick Greg pulled his hands back and boldly cupped her breasts as he continued to fuck her through her jeans. As she looked up at me as if to ask what was going on I turned to face her, placed my hand behind her head and proceeded to kiss her.
She resisted slightly at first but as I pushed my tongue against her lips Greg let one hand drop down to her crotch and began to rub her pussy through the jeans. That did it. She opened her mouth to let me french kiss her and my free hand reached inside the neck of her loose blouse to play with her now abandoned tittie.
Greg pulled her up straight and I reached down and grabbed the bottom of the blouse and pulled it upward releasing the kiss only long enough to let the blouse pass over her head.