"I have to go to the bathroom now too." She looked at Sara. "Are you coming?" Don't say coming in front of a boy," Sara Shaw responded bashfully befor... standing.I sat down dejectedly at the table. It was going to be a long day.The foursome came back together fifteen minutes later. I know girls can't just whip it out and go like guys can, but it should never take that long to pee."Are we going to golf now?" asked Sara."Yep!" said Tiffany. "This way!"I followed along. Apparently Tiffany knew what. I remarked that the jack hammering had stopped. Matthew told us that the next step would be placing the forms for the new foundation to be poured. ‘We take it slow because working under the building is dangerous. One wrong move and we’ll have a disaster,’ he said. Paige thanked the contractor, and I suggested that we take a walk on the beach. She wore her heavy coat and I put on a sweater under the jacket we’d bought the night we attended the Red Sox game. Paige let out a shriek the second she. Sitting back and gazing at the sight of herself in the mirror she slid three oily fingers in and out of her tight hole as her thumb massaged her clit. Once she was satisfied her pussy was sufficiently well oiled she went back to her little box of goodies and selected the next toy to be used. Initially she pulled out the large black 10” dildo but dropped it on the bed before picking up the pink rampant rabbit with the clit stimulator base. She smiled to herself as she ran her oily hands up. What could I say? I was already in an enviable financial position for someone my age, and now, thanks to the death of the one person I loved above all, it was even more enviable. But was it worth it? Was five million pounds really worth losing Clarissa for?My initial reaction was to reject it, to tell Will to add it to the money going to the charities—they, at least, would be glad of it—but Will was right. Clarissa had wanted me to have it. To reject it would be to reject her and her memory..