And then, we were alone. Bree and I. Describing the silence as awkward is an incredible understatement. I absently fiddled with the mouth of my bottle...and she busied herself with her hair. “So,” she said, finally, in a lame attempt to break the ice. “How about them Dodgers?” I smiled at her. The only sound in the room was the humming and bubbling of the hot tub. I looked up at her, and knew that now that I was back in my head, I wouldn’t be able to pick up where we had stopped. I could see that. Do youunderstand?" In a fog he answered that he did even though he didn't understandall of it. He was still wondering what happened to his manhood andwhy it wasn't responding. He just couldn't stop wondering. Sheila and Angela both thanked Jenni profusely for thepromotions. They left and Jenni showed him a pink purse and walletshe had gotten for him. She transferred his things from his oldwallet to his new one and put his new necessities into his purse. At bedtime she showed him a pink. Angie: Never given it a thought? But a persons favorite color tells you who they are. Mark: really, how so. Angie: well my favorite color is blue, that means im a cool laid back person. Red means you have a fast-paced firey personality. Black means your depressed, and white means youre really plain. Mark: well i guess im blue then. Angie: See, now everytime someone asks you what your favorite color is can tell them the truth. Mark: When your right your right. Angie: I am right, im always. He stumbled backward and fell on his ass.Betty yelled in protest. One hand on the buried dildo, she spun onto her back yelling "What the hell?"She had presented herself in a perfect position. Helen swept down to the floor between her splayed legs. She deftly batted away Betty's hand and pulled the enormous rubber toy from Betty's gaping maw, tossing it to the side.She motioned to Stacy, "Get down here."Stacy did as she was bid, her lust-addled mind ready to participate in anything.Betty wasn't.