Chapter 70: Number One

-- FRIDAY, AUGUST 21, 2009 --

Adrienne picked up on the second ring. “Hey, Tiger. You’re pretty early. It’s not even five yet. Heading home already?”

“Yep. After our session with Iris, I wasn’t in the mood to go back to the office,” I explained while steering the Mercedes out of the parking garage at Iris’s office building and onto the street. My phone was docked and the Bluetooth speaker system picked up the audio. “We’re gonna go pick up the girls early and head back to The Nest. How about you two?”

“Well, you’re ahead of schedule. Dawnie and I are still shopping and haven’t even thought about dinner yet. Speaking of, hang on...”

The sound of static wind came through the speaker, followed by Dawn’s voice saying a moment later, “Heyyy, Sunshine! Heyyy, Daddy!”

Summer turned to grin at me. Dawn had taken to calling me ‘Daddy’ at almost every opportunity, saying it was practice for when our baby arrived and we’d start referring to each other as Mommy and Daddy the way Kim and I had done with BJ. I’d gotten used to it, but after everything we’d done with Iris just now, the title had taken on extra meaning.

“Heyyy, ladies,” Summer called back. “Have a nice date tonight. See you soon!”

“See you tonight,” Dawn confirmed. The sound of a wet kiss followed.

“Okay I’m back,” Adrienne confirmed. “So yeah, our dinner reservations aren’t until six. Figure we’ll see you guys around ... eight-ish?”

“No rush. We’ll see you when you get home. Love you, honey!”

“Love you too, Tiger. Mmm-wah!”

A few minutes later, we pulled into the JKE parking garage. June and Penny were already waiting, and they piled into the back seat. The newcomers exchanged quick greetings with me and Summer, and then I navigated the car back onto the street so we could make one more stop. A few blocks away, Jordyn Schenke was standing on the curb outside her office building, and she slid into the back seat as well.

Summer spent most of the time engaging the other three girls in amiable conversation while I stayed quiet and drove the car. Over the next thirty minutes, the four of them discussed Project Strawberry, women’s fashion, the stock market, Paleo Diet recipes, and the latest Celebrity Sightings gossip. For example: John and Taylor Kwong had been touring around America ever since their big kidnapping drama in July and were generally avoiding the limelight - not like that would stop the entertainment newsrags from speculating.

I parked the Mercedes in the garage and then the five of us exited the vehicle. We casually crossed the backyard and entered The Nest. And at the sound of the door, BJ immediately came running into the kitchen from the living room, cheering, “Joo!”

“Hey, kiddo,” June greeted as she stepped out of her shoes, set them on the rack by the door, and knelt down while opening her arms. BJ raced over at top speed and slammed into her chest for a hug.

Still kneeling, June teased his nose with the tip of her finger for a second before turning and handing him off to me.

“Daddy!” BJ cheered as I picked him up in my arms and set most of his weight onto my left hip. His eyes suddenly lit up and he gave me a smug grin, and I swear he waggled his eyebrows before declaring, “New pussy!”

Ummm...

I’m actually speechless.

“What was that?” I asked, doing my best to keep my expression neutral.

“I got new pussy!” BJ enthused merrily while wriggling his butt, a clear signal for me to put him down. And after I set his feet on the floor, he immediately raced back into the living room and returned zero-point-six seconds later holding up a new version of his Percy train, this one with painted balloons and music notes along his sides. My son presented it to me, cheering, “Potty Pussy!”

He means ‘Party Percy’.

Thank you, I know.

It’s just that his developing palette means your toddler son has difficulty pronouncing--

Thank you, I get it!

“Now I has two Pussy!” BJ exclaimed happily, lifting up his original Percy train in his other hand. “Mo’ Pussy, mo’ bettah!”

Don’t facepalm, don’t facepalm, don’t facepalm. Keep smiling for your son.

I managed to grin. “You’re absolutely right, BJ. Mo’ pussy, mo’ bettah.”

Summer, Penny, June, and Jordyn all cracked up laughing behind me. Kim, Eden, and Sasha all were laughing as well, behind BJ in the doorway to the living room.

Buoyed by all the positive reinforcement, BJ started dancing around the kitchen, holding up both trains as he cheered over and over again, “Mo’ Pussy, mo’ bettah! Mo’ Pussy, mo’ bettah! Mo’ Pussy, mo’ bettah!”

Kim chuckled as she sidled up next to me and gave me a quick peck while wrapping an arm around my waist. “Good job, Daddy. Just wait until we get to the playground and he wants to show off, ‘Mo’ pussy, mo’ bettah’ for all his little friends.”

I chortled and shook my head.

“Mmm, speaking of ‘Mo’ pussy, mo’ bettah’,” Sasha said in a smokily seductive voice as she extended her arms out to Penny.

“Mmm-mmm-mmm!” Penny enthused with glittering blue eyes as she wrapped her arms around Sasha’s waist and gave her new girlfriend a wicked hot kiss.

I still can barely believe that happened.

You and me both. I mean, it didn’t exactly come out of nowhere, but still.

I smiled and watched Sasha giggle, grab Penny’s hand, and lead the two of them skipping through the doorway like a pair of second-grade best friends. Eden was quick to notice and curled a suggestive finger towards her girlfriend, gesturing “Come hither”.

Jordyn went thither with a smile, took Eden’s proffered hand, and the two of them giggled as they scampered away. The next thing I knew, Sasha and Penny were racing up the stairs together, with Eden and Jordyn heading up right after them. Normally, the two pairs of girlfriends would go into separate bedrooms when they reunited like this after work.

But not today.

BJ had come to collect both me and June, hustling us out into the living room so he could show us his new track setup featuring two Percy-led trains. And being a boy, he promptly had his two Percys crash into each other and fall off the tracks, complete with sound effects. He thought it was hilarious and actually fell over, laughing and drooling.

Congratulations, your boy is showing early talent for crushing pussy.

And that’s when I heard Eden cheering from upstairs, “Woo! Four-girl orgy! Mo’ pussy, mo’ bettah!”

“‘Now stop!’ Max said, and sent the wild things off to bed without their supper. And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. Then all around from far away across the world, he smelled good things to eat. So he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, ‘Oh please don’t go - we’ll eat you up - we love you so!’ And Max said--”

“NO!” BJ interrupted, already knowing the next line, and then he turned his head to smile up at me.

I chuckled and rubbed my son’s little baby belly, my not-quite-three-year-old snuggled up in my lap. I sat comfortably in the armchair, just me and my little boy, and all was right in the world.

“The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth,” I continued, “and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws. But Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room, where he found his supper waiting for him--”

“And it was still hot!” BJ exclaimed.

“Still hot,” I agreed.

“Is maaagic food. Still hot,” BJ pronounced.

“Probably.”

“Can I has magic food?”

“Mommy already makes you lots of magic food.”

“Mommy food get code if I don’ eat fass. Then Mommy mad me. Say eat fasser.”

“That’s true. So that’s why you eat Mommy’s yummy magic food.”

“Brock-lee not magic.”

“Well, you got me there.”

Just then, we all heard the sound of the back door in the kitchen opening. BJ popped out of my lap fast enough to knock the Where the Wild Things Are book out of my hand and onto the floor, but he didn’t slow down as he scampered into the kitchen.

“Auntie Dawn! Auntie Aydreen!” BJ cheered.

I remained in the armchair and simply twisted to drape my arm across the top of the backrest while looking back. Moments later, Dawn emerged through the doorway holding my son on her left hip, with Adrienne right behind. Both of my ladies favored me with a warm smile, and then I stood up to turn and greet them.

BJ started pulling his ‘two Pussies’ routine with Dawn and distracted her over to the train tracks that hadn’t been used in the past two hours. Summer slipped down from the couch to join them on the floor. Adrienne came straight to me and I happily took my fiancée into my arms, greeting her with a warm hug and a slow-burn kiss.

“Where is everybody?” she asked.

I shrugged. “Out going on dates like everyone else on a Friday night in a college town. Sasha, Penny, Eden, and Jordyn went out on a double-date together. I figure the four of them will end up at The Birdhouse tonight. Kim and June went out for their own date too.”

Adrienne nodded and then arched an eyebrow. “Emma?”

I shrugged. “Visiting Noah. Now that school’s started and they can’t spend all week together, she misses him.”

“Ah, young love.”

“How was your date?” I asked. “You two could’ve stayed out longer together. I wouldn’t have minded.”

“It was fun,” she replied with a smile. “Did some light shopping at Bay Street. Had to sign a few autographs and took a few selfies, but otherwise no big deal. Got dinner and then we drove over to Treasure Island to chat until the sun set over The City. It was nice.”

“Glad you two are getting along.”

“Me too. Thank you for pushing us to spend more one-on-one time together. Not that we can’t talk freely in front of you or Summer, but it’s still nice getting the chance to bond without anyone else around.”

“Awesome. And I still think it’s a good idea you girls go back to rotating beds a little bit with me every few nights. The time when you and Dawn would sleep together while Summer was the only one in an official relationship with me did good things for your relationship.”

Adrienne immediately pouted. “We’ve been engaged for less than two months and you’re already kicking me out of your bed?”

“I ... uhhh...” I fumbled. “I didn’t mean--”

She immediately smiled. “Relax, Tiger, I’m just teasing you. I do think it’s a good idea in general and makes a ton of logical sense. I haven’t forgotten that we’re a quad, not just a couple. It’s just that every time I think about spending the night away from you ... I don’t want to.”

“What she said!” Summer chimed in from the floor next to BJ.

Dawn looked up and shrugged. “Believe it or not, I wouldn’t mind rotating every now and again. Maybe once a week? Quality one-on-one overnight time with both Summer and Adrienne makes sense, but don’t go thinking--”

“--thinking that means you love me any less,” I finished for her with a grin, and I blew her an air kiss.

“Easy for you to say,” Summer teased lightly. “You’re already getting basketball nights.”

“This is true,” Dawn conceded. “But if that’s a problem, I’ll be ha--”

“No, no, you’re good,” Adrienne cut her off and glanced at Summer. “And we can at least talk about rotating other nights sometime.”

“Where the Queen leads, I follow,” Summer said brightly.

Adrienne giggled and then turned to me with a smile and waggling eyebrows, her hazel eyes briefly glowing. “Meanwhile, how was your afternoon?”

I caught the innuendo in her tone and arched an eyebrow. “Meaning...?”

Adrienne grinned. “Summer texted us right after to let us know her plan was a success, but we didn’t have time for details. Did she use the fake glasses and everything?”

“Yes I did!” Summer enthused from the floor next to BJ.

I rolled my eyes. “So you knew about Summer’s plan today.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Obviously we knew. When Summer told us her plan, it was my suggestion that she dress as identically to Iris as possible for full effect, and Dawn did Summer’s hair bun.” Adrienne’s eyes glimmered. “I’m assuming you found Iris’s clit piercing?”

I smirked. “Now Summer wants one.”

Adrienne barked a laugh. “Yeah, well, variety is the spice of life.”

“And you’ve tried a LOT of different spices.”

“I’ve certainly ‘tasted the rainbow’ and ‘stamped my passport’, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“Speaking of stamping your passport: when’s your next trip again? Tuesday or Wednesday?”

“Tuesday.”

“Iceland, Sweden, and ... uh--”

“Ireland. Back in a week. Sasha’s got lots of pretty ... uhhh... ‘friends’ ... for me to meet. Some of those Scandinavian chicks? Whew... ” Adrienne fanned herself with her right hand. “Sure you can’t get away to come with us?”

“Well if Penny has anything to say about it...” I replied with a chuckle, my gaze drifting up the vaulted ceiling to the second-floor hallway. “She’s definitely not looking forward to Sasha being gone for that long.”

“She’ll be alright. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all. We’ll send you guys lots of photos.”

“Looking forward to them.”

“And send us photos back.”

“I’ll leave the camerawork to the girls.”

Adrienne grinned, gave me another quick peck, and then released her embrace. I let her go to join Summer and BJ by the train tracks, and Dawn stood up to come over to me instead.

My partner, soulmate, and baby-mama-to-be gave me a warm smile, and in the back of my head I heard her voice intoning, Hello, Daddy.

‘Hello, Mommy,’ I replied in kind.

The pink-haired girl now had about an inch of sunny-blonde roots showing. Now that she was pregnant, she’d decided to stop dyeing it and let her natural color grow out. I thought there was some symbolism in that, given Dawn’s statement that her changing hair colors had been part of her identity crisis, and that by returning to her roots (literally), she would likewise be returning to “real Dawn”.

Or I could just be overthinking it. I’d been known to do that from time to time.

In any case, Dawn and I hugged each other and met with a warm kiss. I then dropped down onto the couch and Dawn slid into the crook of my arm, nestling herself against me. My hand automatically went to her belly, rubbing it gently, and Dawn sighed dreamily before putting her hand on top of mine.

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around how we’re gonna go from this to that,” Dawn remarked, patting my hand on her belly first and then gesturing towards BJ.

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around going back to changing diapers and waking up every two hours to feed the little bugger.”

“Pssht. As if you’ll actually have to wake up. I’m the one who’s gonna have to feed her.”

“Hey, I always woke up to help out Kim, even when she was breastfeeding, and more so once BJ switched to a bottle.”

“I dunno. I’m more thinking I’ll wanna breastfeed her for as long as possible. Healthier for the baby, right?”

“I’ll let you make that decision when it comes to it, not right now. It’s easy to say things before the baby comes. But believe me: a lot of your ideals go out the window once you’re faced with the daily grind.”

Dawn chuckled and leaned back to kiss me. “I’m really glad right now that you’ve already been through this before. You’ve got a sense of calm - a been-there-done-that attitude - that’s quite relaxing, actually.”

I shrugged. “There’s no substitute for experience.”

Dawn made a face. “Don’t say that. My mom keeps saying that, trying to convince me to let her move in with us for a few months to help out once the baby’s born.”

“I think we’ve already got plenty of helping hands in The Nest.”

“But nobody with experience, hence why she keeps saying that sentence. I remind her that you’ve been through this, but then she counters that you’re ‘just a man’. I tell her that Kim’s next door, but she insists that Kim’s got her own kid to worry about.”

“Adrienne and Sasha lived with us when BJ was born, so they’ve got ‘experience’ being helpers.”

“Please remind my mom of that the next time you see her.”

“I think she’s just eager to meet her first grandchild and can’t help but want to do everything she possibly can.”

“Including keeping my baby’s daddy sexually satisfied while Mommy’s recuperating for four-to-six weeks.”

I blinked. “Um, what?”

Dawn chuckled and shook her head. “Sorry, I never should’ve mentioned that. I’m pretty sure Mom was joking when she said it. I think.”

“She’s not joking,” Summer drawled from the floor, looking up at us. “One of those kidding-not-kidding things.”

“Oh good lord,” Dawn sighed, rubbing her forehead.

I arched an eyebrow and then narrowed my eyes at my redheaded girlfriend. “No, Summer, no.”

Adrienne laughed. “‘No’ means ‘I’m ashamed to--’”

“Summer,” I growled.

Summer blinked. “That was Adrienne! I didn’t say anything.”

“Adrienne’s teasing; she’s not serious. You, I saw the gleam in your eyes. The one that said, ‘Ooh! We bagged Iris. Next project!’”

My Plaything pouted. “But it would make both of you so happy!”

“Wouldn’t make me happy,” Dawn grumped.

Summer smirked. “So sure about that?”

Dawn rubbed her forehead and groaned, “Rrrggghhh.”

I suddenly had a vision of Dawn resting in her bed post-delivery, listening to the rhythmic thumping noises of a bed banging against the wall directly behind her head accompanied by Deanna’s orgasmic screams, and the scowling expression on Dawn’s face as she grumped, “Not happy.”

And from the present scowling expression on Dawn’s face right now, she might very well be having the exact same vision.

“No, Summer,” I stated firmly. “That’s an order.”

The impish redhead pouted but bowed her head and nodded obediently.

“Having a baby is gonna be complicated enough without having to worry about my mom trying to seduce you as well,” Dawn sighed, snuggling herself up against me. “I’m already getting wicked morning sickness, I’m gonna get fat, I hear all the horror stories about sleepless nights and exploding diapers and mommy-brain issues where I walk around the house looking for baby’s binky not realizing I’ve been holding it in my hand for the past twenty minutes. Ugh ... Just ... promise me everything is gonna be alright in the end.”

“Everything will be alright in the end,” I assured her. “And if it is not yet alright, it is not yet the end.”

“That’s a John Lennon quote.”

“Who stole it from an Indian proverb.” I chuckled and held Dawn with both arms, squeezing her tight. “I can’t actually promise the future, but I will promise you that we’ll face any obstacles together.”

“Together like how you took off the day we found out I was pregnant to chase Adrienne all over town?”

I made a face and pulled back to look down at her. “Still upset about that?”

“No...” Dawn sighed. “I mean ‘yes’, obviously, but ‘no’. I was annoyed but I got it. That was an emotional day for all of us. I know how scared she felt after finding out I was pregnant, fearing that her engagement was about to collapse and that you’d change your mind and marry me instead. That’s one more reason to keep my mom away from here, because she keeps saying you should change your mind and marry me instead.”

Now it was my turn to rub my forehead and groan, “Rrrggghhh.”

“But seriously, I’m not upset about that day anymore. You’ve always been a firefighter, dropping everything to rush after the latest crisis that needs to get dealt with because all of us women in your life are total drama queens.”

“This is true: you’re all drama queens,” I agreed.

“It’ll be the same when my water breaks and you rush off to go hold my hand at the hospital.”

Adrienne sat up and winked at me, adding, “I told her I’m giving you explicit permission to pull out of my pussy and drive off if you have to.”

I smirked and shook my head. Fixing my fiancée with a look, I drawled, “As if you or Summer won’t be in the car with me as we race to the hospital together.”

“I’d push you out of me, toss you off the bed, and race to the car to be the driver,” Adrienne quipped before sighing, her expression turning somewhat regretful. “Least I could do to make up how much of a shitty friend I turned out to be. Not one of my finer moments, and I tried to apologize to you when we got back.”

“And I told you the apology wasn’t necessary.”

“Except that it was necessary. The simple fact is: I utterly failed my very first test of being a good friend to you when you needed it. Keeping The Quad together is going to be a balancing act, and I should’ve been the first in line to congratulate you instead of immediately thinking about how it would impact me. But instead I was a shitty friend, and I made that day all about me when it should’ve been about you,” Adrienne insisted. “It’s two weeks later, and just now when Ben asked if you were still upset about that day, your answer was ‘yes but no’. The proof is in how you were annoyed enough to bring it up again just now. I don’t blame you; I’d feel the same way if I were in your place. I need to do better. I WILL do better.”

“You had a pretty good save at the end when you two came back home and we had a celebratory orgy. I think I’m still recovering from some of the orgasms you gave me,” Dawn replied with a grin. “And you WILL get the chance to do better. We’re in agreement now, and this just goes back to the ‘Number One’ conversation we had at Treasure Island tonight.”

I arched an eyebrow. “‘Number One’ conversation?”

Adrienne now leaned back away from the train set and sighed, pursing her lips and frowning.

BJ looked up at her and asked, “Auntie Aydreen don’t wanna play no more?”

Adrienne winced and reached a hand out to brush my son’s cheek with two feathery fingertips. “Sorry, BJ.” She immediately leaned forward, picked up a train, and resumed chugging it around the tracks.

I glanced at Dawn, and Dawn looked back at me with a weary sigh that also said, We should probably talk.

I wasn’t the only one to pick up on it, as Summer scooped up my son in her arms. “Come on, BJ. Wanna watch a Thomas episode?”

“TV?” BJ asked excitedly.

Summer grinned and reached up onto the TV cabinet beside her. Kim had brought over a few Thomas and Friends DVDs as “just in case”, and Summer held one up.

“Not dat one... Dat one,” BJ declared, gesturing to the second of two DVD cases.

The rest of us smiled at Summer and BJ, my son’s attention entirely on the DVD case as Summer busied herself opening the clamshell case and turning on the TV system.

Meanwhile, I slipped my arm out from around Dawn and stood up, turning around to extend a hand down to her. “C’mon. Let’s get you two cleaned up.”

Dawn smiled and took my hand. I helped her up to her feet and then turned to look the other way, extending a hand down to Adrienne as well. My fiancée let me help her stand and I interlaced my fingers with both of them. BJ was already settled in Summer’s lap with his head nestled against her boobs, and a moment later the opening theme song began to play.

// They’re two, they’re four, they’re six, they’re eight / Shunting trucks and hauling freight...

I smiled at them and then led Adrienne and Dawn up the stairs.

The three of us went to the master bedroom and got undressed without a hint of seduction or striptease. We’d lived together for too long and seen each other naked too many times to be coy about it. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy witnessing every last inch of their nubile, naked bodies revealed to me piece by piece - and indeed I paused from my own disrobing to simply admire both beautiful young women as they did so - but my attentive gaze didn’t stop them from simply going about their routine.

The coy teasing started up in the shower, instead. Seeing two of the sexiest, most desirable bodies in the entire universe bared before me, with rivers of water streaming down their steamy skin and slicking back their hair, I promptly popped a woody. Fabulous Figure of Female Fertility™ Dawn parked herself beneath the shower head facing toward us, hands in her hair to help rinse every strand with her elbows out and her big boobies thrust forth, capped with perky pink nipples. Personification of Peak Physical Perfection™ Adrienne purred pleasantly while pressing her massive mammaries into my back from behind and reaching around to pet my petrified python. But we didn’t start having sex in the shower.

Or at least, the girls didn’t start having sex with me.

My fiancée only gave my erection a couple of tugs before stepping around me and sidling up to my new baby mama, giving her an inviting smile. Dawn looked momentarily surprised, but she smiled back a moment later. When the busty blonde bombshell’s big boobs bashed up against the pretty pink-haired pixie’s perky tits, Adrienne stroked Dawn’s flanks, tilted her head forward, and captured the other girl’s lips in a slow-burn kiss. Dawn gradually let her hands drop away from her head and wrapped her arms around Adrienne’s shoulders instead.

The pair of gorgeous girls made out with each other beneath the spray, in no hurry to move beyond kissing. Adrienne kept her hands around Dawn’s lower back and legs, although she did grab the pink-haired girl’s ass quite a bit as well. Dawn, meanwhile, kept her arms up around Adrienne’s arms and shoulders.

Eventually, though, Adrienne broke the kiss to reach over for the shampoo pump. As she had done for me so many times, my Tigress lathered up her hands, gestured for Dawn to step away from the spray, and began giving her ... girlfriend? ... a scalp massage while simultaneously shampooing her hair.

I leaned back against the wall and thought about the term ‘girlfriend’. Thus far, I’d never actually heard Adrienne call Dawn any particular title. She called her “Dawn” or “Dawnie”, and I’d occasionally heard her refer to Dawn as “a friend”. The same went for Dawn, really. She’d consistently referred to Summer as her “BFF” and even “girlfriend (girl who’s a friend)”, but thus far hadn’t added any titles or endearments for Adrienne.

The two women both loved me: that was clear. For years they’d been more rivals for my affection than real friends. And although they’d been longtime lovers and had both made a sincere effort to become friendlier with each other over the past year - especially ever since moving in together in The Nest - The Quad still felt more like three separate male-female relationships with me at the center instead of a true four-way partnership.

That status had been one of the reasons why I wanted the girls to spend more one-on-one time together, specifically Dawn and Adrienne now that school had started again and Dawn was back to living at The Nest. Dawn and Summer had already long been bonded, and Summer had spent a lot of free time with Adrienne over the summer without any internships to work or classes to attend, not to mention having a friendship dating back to childhood. But I very much wanted Dawn and Adrienne to find a way to move beyond mere friendship, to find common ground beyond their shared love for me, and yet I wasn’t sure whether or not they ever would. Something had always held them back.

And I was pretty sure that something was me.

Were they friends?

Yes.

Were they rivals?

Well ... still yes.

Downstairs, Dawn had brought up that fateful Sunday she found out she was pregnant and then I spent all morning chasing Adrienne around the city. Was Dawn still upset about it? The answer had been both ‘yes’ and ‘no’. And of course the girls had just referenced their ‘Number One’ conversation right before coming up here.

Of course. What do you think they said to each other?

I don’t know yet.

Well then maybe we should hurry this up, get out into the bedroom, and find out!

Do you seriously want me to interrupt what the girls are doing right now to go back to the bedroom and talk?!? Seriously?!? Check it out, Dawn’s stopped lathering soap onto Adrienne’s body and ... oops ... she just slipped two fingers into Adrienne’s pussy!

Well ... ummm ... shit. I’m actually indecisive.

Patience, dude. Patience. Now where was I?

You were overthinking the situation again instead of ogling the wicked hot naked girls fingerbanging each other in the shower right in front of you.