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They offered him solace in the form of Erin, but her absence was more pronounced in the wake of those recollections. “Look at this one,” Cheyenne murmured, tilting the album toward him. When she bent at the waist to move something or to put it in the bag, her tight ass and slit would be the focus of his attention and the sight stirred something in him—a confusing cocktail of gratitude for her unasked kindness and an undeniable pulse of arousal that he felt ill-equipped to handle. Memories that both comforted and tormented him, leaving him feeling torn between longing and despair. “Hey, Larry,” she called out, her voice a soft melody in stark contrast to the surrounding despair. Cheyenne entered the master bedroom, her shadow stretching across the threshold like an intrepid explorer taking her first steps into a long-forgotten temple.