Pressing against warm thighs to burrow downwards, the third surface is slippery wet and I feel the contours of her cunt. She moves. I freeze. My heart...about to burst out of my chest. Some gibberish is uttered from her mouth. Phew. My curiosity aroused, as well as my aching penis, I sat upright and carefully lifted her sheet. Peeling it off her inert body and uncovering the holy triangle of her crotch, I feasted my eyes on the sight of her pussy, shaved except for a little strip above her clit.. " There were tears forming in her eyes and her fingers were fumbling as she tried to work the buttons. I reached out my hands and stopped her."No, don't. I'm sorry, really. I shouldn't be so mean. It's just that this shirt is very special to me. I was wearing it at Tiger Stadium last year when Mickey got his 150th home run. We were right next to the batter's box and he let me congratulate him and everything. That's when he signed the shirt - I haven't worn it since. You can wear it, just be. Sarah thought, Can it be? Is it Liz?Blinking away her tears quickly, she grabbed her phone and unlocked it again. No, of course it wasn’t Liz. It was just some work email notification. Ugh! No one at work cared about her, not unless there was some fire that needed to be put out, or some egos that needed to be assuaged. At work, Sarah was just as alone as she was at home, except she was surrounded by people, which made it worse, since she wouldn’t have the time and space to cry when she needed. We all saw how confrontational he became when he was drunk. If he started a fight with those Thai street gangs or nightclub bouncers, then anything could have happened.”“Now. We’ve drank to his demise and yes there will be some fond memories of him but let’s get over it and get this place ready to open for business,” Michele concluded.“Cold bitch!” Polly whispered under her breath and looked at Michele suspiciously.Eventually the girls and lads turned too and opened Barrack Room Bettys for.