Chapter 50: Therapy

-- SUNDAY, JUNE 14, 2009 --

After blasting my little sister’s bowels full of forbidden brother baby batter, the three of us cleaned up, fixed our swimsuits, and returned to the beach. I spent the rest of the afternoon playing with my son and helping him build taller and taller sandcastles (read: Daddy built, BJ watched and laughed). As the day drew to a close, the girls all got together and buried me in the sand up to my neck, and then Adrienne flagged down a random stranger to take a group photo of me surrounded by everyone else.

Paige, Everett, April, and Gabrielle headed back to their house in Menlo Park. Bert and Lynne went home to their apartment. Kim, BJ, and June returned to The Aerie. The twins, Brooke, and DJ went first to The Birdhouse to shower and change, and then Brooke and DJ went straight from there onto their long drive back to SoCal. Eden then came home to The Nest while Emma met up with Kim and BJ at The Aerie so the three of them could drive down to the South Bay together. Dawn preferred to stay overnight with us, stating that she could handle one more fight against morning rush hour traffic.

Adrienne and Sasha showered together in the upstairs hallway bathroom while Dawn, Summer, and I cleaned up in the master bathroom, with the girls helping me get out all the grains of sand that had wedged themselves into every crack and crevice on my body. Even with two supremely gorgeous naked babes helping me out, it wasn’t a fun process.

Afterwards, the five of us rendezvoused downstairs and started thinking about dinner. Sasha volunteered to make a meal for us, which prompted Adrienne to crack that her ex-girlfriend had never been a very good cook. Sasha playfully slapped the supermodel’s arm and insisted she’d learned a lot from the variety of friends she’d made during her travels.

“Sure, give it a shot,” I told her. “But don’t take offense when I put a bottle of Pepto-Bismol next to my plate, just in case.”

“I’m gonna prove you wrong, dude,” Sasha shot back with a grin. “If you could learn how to not fail at boiling water during Project Ben, I could learn to cook.”

“Take it away,” I gestured towards the kitchen. “I’ll be happy to be proven wrong.”

“I’ll go with you,” Adrienne offered. “Just helping out as sous chef, though, so it’ll be a fair assessment of your culinary skills.”

“Thanks honey,” Sasha said warmly.

“Always, sugar,” Adrienne replied just as warmly as they both got up and headed into the kitchen.

Dawn popped her eyebrows after they left. “Well they’re certainly picking up right where they left off,” she commented quietly.

I nodded and smiled. “Adrienne seems happier than she’s been in a long time.”

Dawn nodded and sighed. “I just hope Sasha doesn’t break her heart again. She still hasn’t confirmed whether or not she’s here to stay or if she’s gonna head back out on the road again.”

I gave Dawn a wistful look. “I don’t think she’s made up her mind yet herself. This wasn’t a planned return. She just got on the first plane home.”

Dawn nodded her understanding. There wasn’t much left to say, so I went ahead and turned on the TV. It was Game 5 of the NBA Finals. Kobe Bryant, Pau Gasol, and my SoCal native LA Lakers had a 3-1 lead on Dwight Howard’s Orlando Magic. June walked over from next door to join us, realized I was watching basketball, and promptly turned around to walk back out. But Sasha came out from the kitchen and followed after her, saying she needed to raid Kim’s pantry for some special ingredients. The two left together, and Sasha returned five minutes later alone.

Eden came over ten minutes after that, took one look at Summer and Dawn sandwiching me on the couch, and then decided the best available seat was in my lap. We all laughed when she tried to sit on me, and I even let her sit there for a little while, but my baby sister was blocking my view and I finally pushed her off me, slapped her butt, and told her to go sit on the armchair.

Dawn volunteered to go sit on the armchair instead and let Eden snuggle up beside me, but Eden held up her hands, reminding Dawn, “You’ll be away all week for your internship. Seriously, I can sit by myself.” And then she promptly flopped over the armchair with both long, lithe legs hanging over the left armrest.

For a brief moment, I found myself admiring Eden. She was outright gorgeous, by any empirical evaluation that had nothing to do with her being my sister. I mean, for most guys I knew that a girl being related to him automatically disqualified him from finding her attractive, but I clearly had no such compunction against recognizing that she was gorgeous. She was the epitome of a hot college coed in short shorts and a baby tee, her hair up in those messy double buns and her skin glowingly tanned from the beach day. She giggled cutely at some silly commercial, eyes aglow, nose crinkled, and lips curled upwards in an effortless smile.

But a moment later, she sighed, planted the side of her head against the armchair’s backrest, and her smile slipped away. Her eyes lost their focus, and her inner glow seemed to fade away. While her face was still pointed in the direction of the TV, I could tell she wasn’t watching the commercials anymore.

Not that the commercials were worth watching (ABC was highlighting their dumb summer reality shows) and I quickly returned my attention to Eden. I suddenly realized I’d been focusing all of my emotional energy on supporting Summer at a time like this, and with good reason: she was the one who’d lost her mother. I’d even enjoyed some sexual healing with Dawn and Adrienne as well. But it was easy to forget that Eden - and June, actually - had come over to the house and seen Yvaine’s dead body on the floor. And I realized I hadn’t really done a damn thing to find out how my teenage baby sister was dealing with her own trauma.

“Be-enn ... Earth to Be-enn ... Hey, babe, you alright?”

I blinked and glanced over at Dawn, who frowned and looked at me in concern. “Huh?”

“Lakers are on a 13-0 run and you haven’t noticed a thing,” Dawn remarked lightly, a playful glimmer in her eye. “If the basketball game is boring you, we can turn it off.”

“What? No!” Eden protested immediately. I glanced over at her, and at some point she must’ve gotten over her momentary ennui and gotten re-engaged with the game. Moments later, the Lakers made it a 16-0 run.

Dawn laughed and rubbed my arm. “You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just ... thinking.”

“Ooh, sounds dangerous. Don’t overdo it or you might sprain something,” she teased. But a moment later, her expression softened and she gave me a sincere look of affection mixed with concern. “Anything you wanna share? You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

“Of course, of course.” I shrugged and sighed. Gesturing with my chin towards the armchair, I explained, “I was just thinking that E--”

“Dinner’s ready!” Sasha called from the kitchen doorway. “I’ve already texted June to come back. Everybody around the table!”

“Aww...” Eden whined plaintively. “But the Lakers are winning!”

“You can leave the game on,” Adrienne conceded. “Just turn the volume down, alright?”

“Deal,” Eden agreed with a grin. She was back to being a cute and effortlessly effervescent coed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I still resolved to check in with her, but it could wait until after dinner.

Dawn raised both eyebrows, meanwhile, to check in with me. “You good?”

“I’m good,” I assured her.

She studied me for a moment, concern on her face, but then my soulmate smiled and nodded before pecking my cheek and getting up. “I’ll set the table,” she announced helpfully.

Summer, on the other hand, was somewhat more lethargic. She wasn’t dead weight or anything, but her melancholy mood had not yet faded away, and even the beach day hadn’t managed to sufficiently lift her spirits. I turned my focus to her, kissing her cheek and tugging her hand gently.

“C’mon, Sunshine. Let’s get some food in you and help you feel better.”

“Pssht,” Eden snorted. “Sasha’s doing the cooking. Fifty/fifty we all end up feeling worse.”

I rolled my eyes and shot my baby sister a look. ‘Not helping.’

Eden blushed and gave me an apologetic shrug. And then she came over to help me tug Summer up to her feet.

But surprise, surprise: Sasha had made okonomiyaki.

And it was good.

The Lakers won the game and the NBA Championship. Kobe Bryant was eventually named MVP, but we’d already turned off the TV by then. Adrienne had gone into her office with Sasha. Dawn, Summer, and I had returned to our spots on the couch while Eden was once again flopped over the armchair. And June sat on the other couch, technically “being social” by sitting with us even though she had no interest in the game. She’d been fiddling with her phone instead of watching the TV.

With the game over, Summer extracted herself from my left arm and headed upstairs without a word, most likely to go to the bathroom because she preferred to use one of the two upstairs bathrooms rather than use the first-floor one where people might hear her tinkling.

June set her phone down and looked over at me. “So that’s it? No more basketball games until next year?”

I shrugged. “Well, not quite next year. The next season starts in October.”

June made the kind of face she’d make at work if I told her that her Pivot Table didn’t add up, and that little reminder of the office reminded me of something else.

Canting my head, I gave her a serious look and asked, “You ready to go back to work tomorrow?”

June furrowed her eyebrows. Clearly Miss Workaholic - who frequently spent her free time with her laptop open crunching numbers - was quite confused by my question. “I have difficulty understanding sarcasm sometimes. Did you seriously ask, ‘You ready to go back to work?’”

I shrugged. “Well admittedly, returning to the mundane routines of the office will probably be therapeutic for you. But for most people, in trying times they find it difficult to focus on job topics when there are emotional issues at home.”

“Like that pyramid of self-awesomeness, or something?” Eden chimed in.

“Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs,” Dawn corrected. “And it’s ‘self-actualization’ at the top of the pyramid.”

I nodded and returned my attention to June. “And it hasn’t even been three full days yet.”

June pursed her lips. “Are you worried about me or something?”

I took a deep breath and sighed. “It occurred to me that I haven’t done much to consider how the last couple of days impacted you. Either of you, really, and I’m sorry about that.” That last part I directed at Eden as well as June.

Eden shook her head. “There’s nothing to say sorry for. Neither of us was as close to Yvaine as the rest of you.”

“But the whole thing still had an impact on you both, and had I been thinking straight, I would’ve insisted that Adrienne not bring you.”

“Pssht,” Eden snorted. “As if I would’ve let that stop me.”

“It was traumatic for everyone who was there, not just me and Summer.” I turned my attention to June and raised both eyebrows. “You normally keep your feelings to yourself, hence the emotionless android perception. And I want to make sure you don’t feel like you’re privately suffering without me noticing or giving a shit.”

June frowned. “I know you give a shit. You always give a shit. Failing to notice, on the other hand...” She gave me a wry smirk.

“Well I’m trying to notice now.”

June waved me off. “I’m teasing, actually.”

I smirked and looked at Dawn with a weary expression. “June has learned to tease me. I blame the rest of you for being a bad influence.”

“You’re fun to tease. Leave us our simple pleasures,” Dawn sniggered while snuggling herself up beside me and nuzzling her nose against my cheek. Absentmindedly, I reached up to caress her hair while returning my attention to June.

“Honestly, I’m fine,” June stated with a sigh. “While that may be the kind of ‘fine’ that means I’m covering up all manner of resentments, I’m genuinely over the whole situation and really just want to put it into the rear-view mirror. I’m the kind of person who finds comfort in order and routine. I brush my teeth the exact same way for precisely two minutes. I have a literal checklist on my nightstand to make sure I’ve completed all of my ‘chores’ for the day. Get up, get dressed, fix my hair, make breakfast, go to work ... You were the one who said returning to the mundane office life would be therapeutic for me, and you’re absolutely right. This whole weekend has been the opposite of routine. If there isn’t something for me to focus on, every now and again I close my eyes and start remembering the moment I came upstairs and looked down the hallway to see ... to see...”

June grimaced as her voice trailed off, her face went a little green, and her cheeks puffed out. I remembered immediately the way she’d immediately turned and thrown up on the floor at the sight of Yvaine’s bloody body, and she was clearly struggling to avoid doing so again right now.

“Hey...” I said gently as I slipped out from Dawn’s grasp and sidled onto the couch next to June. Wrapping my left arm around her, I held her head in my right hand and brought it to my chest. If she hurled, she’d have to do so onto my shirt, but instead she relaxed at my touch and seemed to calm down in my embrace.

Taking a deep breath, I said apologetically, “I’m sorry I didn’t notice you privately suffering.”

June shook her head. “It’s not your fault. Summer went through far worse. You went through far worse. Shouldn’t I be the one trying to comfort you?”

“I’ve had some prior experience dealing with this kind of stuff. You, on the other hand ... I mean, that was the first time you’d ever seen a dead body.”

June started looking green again, and I immediately wished I hadn’t said that.

Eden stared off into space and waggled her head. “Emma told me about that time Adam kidnapped her. She remembered the sight of Adrienne lying face-down on the motel room carpet, blood trickling out from beneath her body, and the horror and helplessness she felt. I told Em at the time that I understood, but until I saw Yvaine there ... I didn’t really understand. It’s the kind of thing nobody can understand in theory. You’ve either witnessed it, or you haven’t. And it’s the kind of thing you never forget for the rest of your life.”

“Exactly.” I nodded slowly. “So like I said: I’m sorry I haven’t done much to consider how this has impacted both of you.”

“It’s alright.” Eden checked with June for a moment and then nodded. “No apology necessary.”

“I still want to make sure you understand it’s not that I don’t care. I’ve just--”

“You’ve had bigger problems to deal with,” June stated understandingly, gesturing up the stairs. “Really, we’re fine. I’m never going to forget how it felt to be in that house seeing everything I did, but the more we can get back to routine, the better off we’ll be. There’s really nothing you can do for us now, and no need for you to worry about us. We’ll be fine, right Eden?”

“Right.” My baby sister nodded and then grinned. “Although I will say there’s something rather routine you could be doing for both of us - something we haven’t done with you in the last few days.”

“Oooh, yeah. She’s got a point!” June perked up. “I mean, I get why you took care of Brooke and DJ at the beach since they were driving back to SoCal, but what about us?”

I chuckled and sighed. “I’m sorry for neglecting your needs, but I’m pretty sure neither of you can claim you’ve been going without orgasms for the past couple of days. Brooke told me she and DJ were definitely enjoying a ‘family reunion’ with their baby sisters in The Birdhouse.”

Eden blushed, but June drawled, “Well she might’ve been getting some, but Kim’s been pretty emotionally drained herself worrying about you the past few days. That plus BJ being around means the Aerie hasn’t exactly been filled with amorous energy.”

I winced. “Thus reminding me I haven’t been taking care of Kim, either. So it’s my fault you two aren’t getting laid.”

June rolled her eyes. “You don’t get to blame yourself for Kim not being in the mood. It’s hitting me pretty hard as well, so it’s not like I was in the mood, either.”

“Again, my fault.”

“Not your fault,” June stated flatly.

“You can’t tell me that if I’d somehow managed to save Yvaine, if the only dead body in that house had been Toby’s, the rest of us would be relieved a bad guy was gone and happy to move on with our lives with celebratory sex instead of mourning the death of a loved one. My fault.”

“Not. Your. Fault,” Dawn insisted.

“Not your fault,” Eden agreed.

“Not your fault,” June repeated.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I sighed. “People’ve been saying that a lot lately.”

Dawn leaned forward. “When are you going to start believing them?”

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I’m trying to. I’m trying to. I have moments where I feel at peace with the situation, but then I can’t help but think about all the things I could’ve done differently and the doubt comes creeping back in.”

Dawn came to sit beside me, wedging herself into the narrow gap between me and the armrest until I bodily carried June in my arms a few inches over to the left. “Maybe the therapist will find a way to get through to you where the others haven’t.”

June sat up straight and pulled her head back to look at me. “Therapist?”

I sighed and explained. “Summer and I both have appointments with a psychologist tomorrow afternoon.”

June frowned. “What time tomorrow afternoon? We have meetings scheduled and you’re already missing an hour in the morning to talk to your lawyer.”

“Uh, Summer’s session is at three o’clock and mine’s at four. It’s not far from the office so I’ll be able to come back to work afterwards.”

“Your session ends at five,” Dawn pointed out, “so you’re supposed to go back home afterwards.”

I shrugged and looked back at June. “So like I said: I’ll come back to work afterwards.”

Eden frowned. “The therapist is in San Francisco?”

I nodded. “Summer’s going with Adrienne to The Love Nest so she won’t be left alone, and I’ll be meeting them at lunchtime to check in.”

“‘Check in’?” Eden smirked. “Is that your new euphemism for a nooner?”

I waved her off dismissively. “Afterwards, they’re working out with Uli at her private gym downtown and should be done in time for Summer’s appointment.”

June smirked. “Working out with Uli? Or working out with Uli?” There was a world of innuendo in her voice.

“You know what? If ‘working out’ with Uli makes them both feel better? I’m all for it.”

“So long as she sends you sexting photos of it.”

“Not everything in our lives revolves around sex.”

“Kinda does though, doesn’t it?” June cracked.

“Wait-wait-wait.” Eden made a face. “So I’m gonna be all alone in The Nest? Seriously, is everyone leaving Berkeley?”

I shook my head. “The girls will be coming back after Summer’s appointment, so they should be home before you’re done with work. And this is just one appointment right now. We don’t know yet how many more sessions there will be, if any.”

“Depends on if she’s hot or not, right?” Dawn teased me.

I rolled my eyes. “I honestly have no idea. Adrienne set this up for us and said she’d visited for counseling herself. I know she’s female, but for all I know she could be a gracefully-aging, white-haired grandma with infinite patience and experience.”

June frowned. “You didn’t look her up?”

I sighed. “I’ve been a little too busy to research whether or not my therapist is boneable.”

June held up her phone. “What’s her name?”

I shrugged. “I ... Iris? Something with an ‘I’.”

“Iris Greenslade,” Dawn stated helpfully.

“Oh, right.”

“I thought you were Mister ‘Perfect Memory’,” Dawn teased. “You read it; you remember it.”

I sighed. “Adrienne told me the name; I didn’t read it. Besides, it’s been a crazy couple of days. But yeah, Iris Greenslade. The name sounds like an old Judi Dench type.”

“Iris ... Green ... slade...” June mumbled as she typed with both thumbs. She frowned for a moment while her browser searched, and a moment later she started smirking. “She’s not an old Judi Dench type.”

I arched an eyebrow as June turned the phone around to face us. Dawn leaned over my shoulder and Eden slid off the armchair to come take a look. “That can’t be right,” I muttered, reaching up and scrolling the screen. “These are modeling pics.”

Indeed, there were two columns of Google Images thumbnail photos on the screen, every one of them showing a gorgeous platinum-blonde with brilliant green eyes, dressed in varying degrees of clothing that ranged from fashionable dresses to skimpy bikinis that barely contained her large breasts. And she looked to be in her early-twenties.

“Can’t be the same person. There must be a fashion model with the same name.” Taking the phone from June, I tapped on the button to switch from “Images” to “All”. And then in the search bar, I added the word “psychologist” before hitting the search button.

The top hit was a professional page for a licensed mental health professional listed as “Iris Greenslade, Ph.D., LPCC” with a few more acronyms after her name and an address in San Francisco. Clicking on it brought up a new website that included a headshot right on the front page.

“Same person,” Dawn confirmed. She took the phone from me and quickly scanned the opening paragraphs. “I’m guessing she WAS a model before going to grad school to get her Ph.D. What do you think, mid-thirties now?”

“Unless the photo there is already ten, twenty years old,” June muttered while looking over the screen. “They do that sometimes.”

“Either way, she’s hot,” Dawn said with a smile. “Maybe I should come join you guys.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Whatever. She’s a licensed professional psychologist. Yes, giving me something very pretty to look at will probably help me keep my focus, but we are NOT having sex.”

Dawn, June, and Eden all smirked at each other. Dawn leaned in and rubbed my leg, saying, “Sure thing, babe. Keep telling yourself that.”

Right when I was about to start spinning my wheels trying to insist that I’d never have sex with my own therapist, I got hit with a sudden thought and jerked my head around. Turning my attention up the stairs, I wondered aloud, “Where’s Summer? She should’ve been back by now.”

A brief sense of panic spiked my adrenaline, but I forced myself to remain calm as I stood up, and both June and Dawn simply let go of me. Moving around the back of the couch, I first leaned my head over to look into the office where Adrienne and Sasha were standing up staring down at large prints on her desk. I knew the two of them had been looking over pics from Adrienne’s latest photoshoot as well as reviewing mockup ads for perfumes, clothing, and stuff. Whereas most models just showed up, got photographed, and never got involved in anything else, part of Adrienne’s newfound power to control her brand meant that she had final approval before anything with her image got published.

Heading for the stairs, I ascended quickly, taking them two treads at a time, and breathed a sigh of relief when I found Summer in Dawn’s bedroom. She sat on the floor in a perfect lotus position, the backs of her wrists resting atop her knees with her palms up and index fingertips pressed to her thumbs. Directly in front of her was a clear glass mixing bowl filled halfway with water, a riot of sand swirling around and around it counterclockwise in a fairly uniform tan color. But as time passed, the sand slowly sank to the bottom of the bowl. And after another two minutes the water itself was crystal clear.

I remained at the doorway, not interfering. Summer’s gaze was still in the direction of the bowl but unfocused, not really seeing anything. Her breathing was calm and rhythmic, her posture erect but not tense. It felt like another five minutes passed before she finally started blinking rapidly, her eyes refocused, and she turned to look at me with a warm smile of adoration, as if I were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. “Hey, Great Love of My Life,” she greeted tenderly.

“Hello, Sunshine,” I replied just as warmly. “How’s it going?”

“Better now,” she replied before letting out a long exhalation. “The basketball game was a distraction, helping me not really think of anything in particular. But afterwards I found my mind rather empty, and nature abhors a vacuum.”

“And your wounded spirit was all too willing to fill the empty space with dark thoughts?”

Summer made a face and sighed. “Something like that.”

I winced. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

She canted her head and shook it. “Don’t be. Thank you for being so ... attentive. I really do appreciate it. But I don’t actually want you worrying about me twenty-four/seven, either.”

“No deal. I’m gonna worry about you. I promised your mom I’d keep you safe, and I can’t do that if I leave you alone.”

“You’ll have to leave me alone to go to work tomorrow.”

“And I’ve charged Adrienne with not letting you out of her sight. But I had a mild heart attack just now when I realized how long you’d been out of sight and I had no idea what happened to you.”

Summer frowned. “And what, you worried that I’d hurt myself?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m very worried.”

Summer shook her head, “I’m not suicidal.”

I raised both eyebrows as I walked into the room and knelt next to her. “Your mom meant far more to you than a turtle.”

“I wasn’t suicidal over Tubby Turtle; I was depressed. There’s a difference.” Summer hugged herself before continuing. “Depression’s a dark, oppressing room you can’t escape, and maybe you don’t want to. I didn’t want to hurt myself. I didn’t want to do anything. And ‘anything’ included eating. Suicide is a siren’s song that promises an end to the pain and hums the lie that no one will miss you. That those you love would be better off without you.”

Summer took my hand. “I promise you: I don’t hear that song. And if I did, I would tell you. Because I don’t just want to be with you for the rest of my life; I want to be with you for the rest of yours. Your happiness is my greatest goal, and I can’t make you happy if I’m not with you. So please ... don’t worry about me hurting myself, alright?”

Her words did give me some relief, but I still asked, “And the dark room of no escape?”

“It’s there,” she admitted. “I was lost in the room for a time on Friday. I’m sleeping more than I should and there are moments when I just ... can’t. But it’s like the room has a night light this time and it’s easier to find my way out. I honestly don’t know if it’s you guys or my meds, but I’m eating, bathing, and fucking. So for now, it’s one foot in front of the other.”

And as if to prove herself, she held my head and brought me in for a radiant kiss. One kiss turned to two. Two turned into five.

Our lips separated when Summer started kissing her way down my neck and across my collarbone. I stroked her hair and asked earnestly, “One foot in front of the other?”

“Mmm,” she hummed into my neck before shifting her aim to resume making love to my mouth. I started to think of stripping off Summer’s clothes and mounting her right there on the floor, but before we could get that far, my girlfriend abruptly pulled her mouth away from mine and giggled while looking over my shoulder.

Following her gaze, I glanced back to find Dawn, June, and Eden in the doorway. June was smiling and Eden was grinning, but Dawn was staring at her phone, fiddling with it with one thumb. And a moment later, my best friend smirked at me while holding out the phone as a male voice started whispering from the speakers, “Get up, get up, get up, get up ... Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up...”

And then June, Eden, and finally Dawn herself came into the room.

-- MONDAY, JUNE 15, 2009 --

I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, promptly choked, and pulled away to start coughing.

The sound of a girl’s anguish woke me up FAST, and I sat up to find out what had just happened. Sasha was bent over, eyes bugged out and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she pounded her chest and coughed violently to clear her throat.

“Shit, Sasha! I’m sorry!” I gasped.

The buxom brunette beauty waved me off, coughed one more time, and shook her head. “Not your fault,” she rasped.

“Still, I’m sorry. Hey, come up here.” I gestured for her to ‘come hither’ with both hands.

But she shook her head, thumped her chest, and wordlessly bent back over. My dick had deflated just a bit from the adrenaline rush of worrying about her, but Mr. Happy swiftly responded to the sexy stunner’s sensual stimulation, and soon Sasha was sucking on a supremely stiff schlong once again.