Oh god, oh god, what am I going to do?"Steve sat back in his chair with his palms pressed together and his lips resting on his fingertips. The symboli...m didn't register even though he was silently praying.Kimberly took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Steve watched her trembling hands as they undid the first button and then the next and the next. She pulled the shirttails out of her skirt and finished unbuttoning her blouse. Then she unhooked the front-clasping bra. Like all men, it. Then feeling her fingers play on the back of his neck, touching him in just that spot. He feels himself harden.Moving her mouth down his neck, his chest, she takes one of his nipples into her mouth and sucks it long and hard. He moans from this sensation. Never would he have imagined before Emma that having his nipples sucked could excite him so. Emma does not let up, and he lets out soft whimpers of pleasure as she switched back and forth between them.She seems in no hurry about any of. Nope. Nope, that ain't right, I thought.I continued into my bedroom and looked to where its wall constrained that side of the closet. I then retreated back into the living room and looked at how its wall would be the boundary for the side of the closet opposite of that. Finally, I poked my head out the window to confirm that the outside wall of the building was unbroken. There was for sure room enough for a small closet, but...I opened the closet door wide. After the three feet of width and. "I picked up one of those 9mm derringers at the gun store in Dobson, when I bought the Glock." she explained. "I had to find it in all those boxes from County Seat. That's why I took yours last night. I was too pissed off last night to look for it. Anyway, I am packing," She explained."I am not going to ask you where it is in those tight jeans and even tighter top," I said with a laugh."It's in my clutch," she said showing me the tiny bag. It was like the one we found at her first murder.