You turn and watch as she dwindles down, slowly disappearing into a puddle of clothing on the floor until you finally realize it's because your foots still on the button. "Oh shit!" you shout as you let your foot, and it stops shooting "But did I stop in time?" you think too yourself.
"Ummm.... Heather?" you say as you slowly creep over too the pile of clothing. Your heart is racing at a mile a minute. "Are you in there?" you slowly kneel down and genitally pick up her shirt.
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