Brooklyn's.

Immediately, you recognize the voice of Brooklyn Decker. Thinking just as quickly, you suppose it is due to your recent... experience with her.

Guessing the sight will be just as good, you pull your lips away from Esti's. Looking over her shoulder, you see the second blond heading towards you. You see that she now wears a white, button-down shirt wet enough to know there is nothing underneath it. This surprises you, when you see she is wearing what appear to be the thonglike bottoms of a white bikini.

"Well, what do we have here?" she asks again, causing you to realize neither you nor Esti has answered her question.

"Brooklyn!" you call out, trying not to get distracted by your hands touching Esti's breasts as you separate your two bodies.

"Yes!" Brooklyn returns. "I thought you might be WORKING with another model, but not on THIS!"

"Oh!..." you say, laughing innocently. "No; This isn't working! She was drowning when I arrived, and I was giving her mouth-to-mouth!"

"I might be wrong," Brooklyn says, looking alternately at the two of you, "but I don't believe THAT is the head you use when giving CPR!"

"That's not my fault!" you tell her, still trying to laugh it off. "Esti is not American, and she misunderstood when I told her what I was trying to do!... I think I was just about to explain the mistakes, when you walked up."

"Please continue as I walk away," she says, turning so you can confirm the thong portion of her "outfit".

"BROOKLYN!!" you scream out, running to stop her walk down the beach. "I hope this doesn't ruin my future plans with you! You just happened to catch me in the middle of something!"

"Yes!" she says, worrying you the best time in your life is over. "And I'm hoping I will again! Bring her to my room later, and be the meat in a 'Blond Sandwich'."