And then…the perfect moment has arrived. The intense light blinds him as the shade is raised. Robert’s eyes fight to adjust to it. “Good morning...” an older woman’s voice calls out. “And how did we sleep last night?” As his vision returns to focus, he remembers everything. Katherine, the lover he held in his arms that night and many nights like it, is dead. She has been gone since 1982. Breast cancer took her life in the end. It ravaged Katherine’s beautiful body as it spread and Robert spent. She sat with his unconscious form waiting for him to fully awaken.Returning to the task at hand I began pop riveting the new re-enforcements into my hood. Then added two more braces front and backdividing my windshield into three parts. I could live with the minordistraction.I was brought out of my thoughts of what else I might want to do by thesound of Beth's car starting up in her work bay. I could tell by thesound it still needed some work but it was now a hundred percent betterthan it. And four fingers out, spread apart. Her breathing got shallower as she finger-fucked her pussy. Without being completely aware, she started rubbing her clit with her thumb again. She was so in the moment, just enjoying masturbating herself, and barely aware of Frank's presence in the room.She slowly returned to her awareness of what she was trying to accomplish and resisted her strong urge to rub herself to orgasm. But she still took her time, knowing that she was approaching the point at which. Sitting through the game with Clint had done a number on Katherine physically and emotionally, but she was trying to ignore that fact. No doubt about it, she wanted Clint. Common sense told her to run, hard and fast away from the temptation that was wrapped up in one package, namely Clinton Davis. They had left the game and gone to the pizza place with the team and Clint was playing air hockey with Sean. She still couldn’t get over the fact that Clint was so good with Sean. Watching them.