"Jake honey, I heard on the radio that the Thunderbirds lost last night. I thought you said they won."He turned around and said, "Yeah I forgot." Jake... something happened at the game last night. I don't know what but I hope you will tell me. Something did happen didn't it?" She asked seriously.What could he tell her? "Emily I ran into that guy from work, you know him, Clyde Monroe. Anyway, he has floor seats and is treated like a king. I knew he didn't make anymore money than I make so I talked. . A stroke of her neck and my hand eased gently into the bra, caressing her tit and pinching the firm cherry nipple. Her hands were on my chest opening my shirt, she was kissing my chest biting my nipple firmly, so I stroked my hand up her inner thigh. She shifted her bum to allow me easier access to her inner thigh, my hand stroked up then found the thin strap of her thing, the wariness of her pussy was evident, and I pulled at the thin material, my fingers deftly slipping underneath to the. Gail undid the buttons on her blouse and opened it up so that her lover had better access to her body. Jerry lifted Gail's bra over her breasts, and moved her fingers onto the nipples, squeezing one and then the other, still with their tongues dancing together.By now Gail's mind was in turmoil, she'd not done anything like this with another female since her schooldays, but she decided to do something to Jerry and move her hand to the other woman's breast, squeezing it through the blouse. Jerry. The only thing that bothers me is how, just by one look, I know their life like I know my own. It was like staring at someone through their window without them knowing. I wasn’t trying to play god or anything like that. Hell, it was the farthest thing from what god would even begin to accept. That’s the devil’s work, punishing people. But each time I do take a life, I get drunk off the happiness it brings me to hear their agonized cries. Ah, now you must be wondering, ‘How does she get away.