He could still feel the warmth of her body pressed against his, the softness of her lips as they whispered promises into his ear. Their movements are synchronized, yet each woman’s individuality shines through, creating a tapestry of unity. “Look at this one,” Cheyenne murmured, tilting the album toward him. She then picks three 8×10 photos: one of Erin and Larry on their wedding day, another of them laughing over a homemade meal, and the third of Erin, topless with a pair of sheer panties on. Her friends all had family things to do, so she didn’t have anyone to hang out with. With a fluid motion, she stripped the fabric away, piling it with the rest of the laundry that needed her attention. Together, they begin the delicate task of sorting through Erin’s belongings.
