One returned shortly. “There’s a deceased subject inside,” he informed Sierra.“Oh, my God!”“It looks like natural causes but we’ll need ...o call in the medical examiner and notify next of kin. We may be here for a while.”Glenn followed Sierra back into their apartment. “It looks like you need a stiff drink,” he said.“I’m shaking... “ Glenn poured her one. “Poor Marge. She’s been in that apartment since before I bought the place.”“Both your tenants are so quiet I hardly know they’re here.”“It’s. “Thank you, Mr. Yoshiri.” Ron patted him on the shoulder and motioned for Liza to sit in the booth as he slid into the booth opposite her. “We’ll have our food served very shortly. I called ahead,” he informed her as he winked.She could not see the door from where they were and believed the table was chosen for privacy. Liza had her hands neatly in her lap, waiting for Ron to continue. When he didn’t, she smiled and whispered, “That was nice of you, Ron.”Ron leaned forward over the table, his. It was still too low to hear correctly. She removed her finger from her tender lips very slowly, her lips seductively encircling her finger as she eased it from her lips, and spreading her legs a littlefarther, making that sexy sound again. I looked directly between her legs, seeing her distended lips glistening with her sexual desire, and viewed her finger trailing its way to her moistened spot of hunger.As her finger reached her enchanting wet pussy, she started to rhythmically slide her. Then at the end of the 3rd quarter the Steelers are marching down the field on a long drive. Your fingers are moving faster on your clit, glistening with the juices from your now very wet pussy. With your other hand you’re pinching and rubbing your hard nipples. With every play for positive yardage a soft moan escapes your lips, with every failed play a moan of frustration. Then on the last play of the 3rd quarter the Steelers line up for a 45 yard field goal. Your fingers are frantically.