Before she could take the photo, though, we heard a sound. A door squeaked open and then shut. Calm footsteps echoed through the auditorium.“Who’s...that?” I whispered, carefully but hurriedly adjusting my pants.“Cleaning crew, probably. They’re a bit early, I guess.”“Now what?”“Let’s hang for a sec,” Heather said softly. She ever so quietly readied the camera and framed a shot.A few minutes went by, during which we heard the rattle of tools and running water. The person below whistled a short. The anger I had felt was replaced by something else - satisfaction. All the time those eyes were locked to mine. I nodded grimly.“Saves me the trouble. I hope he knew he was dying.”Blunt. Cruel - and exactly what I felt! I was sure that she had been able to read those feelings from my face.Mrs. Hansen sadly shook her head.“Unfortunately not. He had a massive stroke one night and just didn’t wake up one morning. I wasn’t able to help, since I had been beaten unconscious and thrown to the. You have to use the inside of the cups because that's the soft part to touch the breast. I put each cup on either side of my cock and slowly started to fuck it. I looked at her yoga pants and imagined the fabric held tightly against her cunt as it started to sweat. I imagined her having to piss in the middle of a workout and pulling the damp pants and panties up to her salty crotch. She didn't wipe well enough so she could get back to the workout. Fuck it, right? She was going to shower after. He didn't know. Why did I ask about Cindy? Did I really even want to see her?Suzanne wanted me to take her shopping and since I needed to buy some last minute gifts I was glad to go. She let me drive her car."How come you didn't send my sister's letter to me?" I asked, trying not to sound accusing."It only came back on Monday. I was afraid you wouldn't get it. You know how the mail is this time of year," she said."She's pregnant. I need to find out where she is," I said."Oh, my, when is she.