It was time to bring order to the chaos that had settled there, much like the disorder that filled Larry’s life. She coaxed his body to rise from the sofa with a surprising ease that belied her slender frame. The steady stream of water cascading over his body began to chip away at the numbness, the touch of Cheyenne’s hands drawing him toward consciousness. Behind her, Ashley slips in, a whirlwind of energy packed into her petite Asian frame. A smile played upon her lips, warm and disarming. Cheyenne had never been one to shy away from a challenge, and today would be no different. The dress was so short, that when he noticed there was no panty line, he was able to reach under the hem at her upper thigh and without causing but maybe one wrinkle, found her uncovered wet slit. In that moment, she seemed less like an intruder and more like a beacon, guiding him toward a life where pleasure wasn’t interred with the dead. Dressed in her normal fashion of extremely short jean cutoffs, where from the front you could see half the pocket hanging down and from behind, you could glimpse her ass checks where the shorts were cut just along the seam of the hip pockets.
