Yes, and she provides her with more therapy

Vanessa nodded, encouraging him to continue. "Okay, let's go see the photo." Michael hesitated for a moment before standing up from his seat at the table. Vanessa followed him out of the kitchen and down the hallway towards their bedroom. As they walked, Vanessa couldn't help but wonder what she was getting herself into. She knew it was important for Michael to confront his past and deal with his issues, but she also knew that it could be dangerous. Still, she trusted him enough to continue following him into their bedroom. In the bedroom, Michael went over to a dresser and opened a drawer. He pulled out a small photo album, flipping through it until he found the picture of Sarah. He handed it to Vanessa, who took it gently in her hands. The photo showed a smiling middle aged woman with long brown hair, similar to Vanessa's own. Sarah was standing on a beach, wearing a bikini that made it clear she was almost as well-endowed as Vanessa.

As Vanessa looked at the photo, she felt a wave of empathy for Michael. "Thank you for showing me this," she said quietly, handing the photo album back to him. "I can see why you might think I remind you of her."

Michael nodded gratefully. "I know it's not right, but..." He trailed off, looking at the photo album in his hands. Vanessa placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay," she said softly. "We all have our struggles. We just need to find healthy ways to deal with them." Michael nodded, seeming to appreciate her words. "I know. I just... I miss her so much," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Vanessa squeezed his shoulder gently, offering him a reassuring smile. "I can see that," she said, her voice full of compassion. As they stood there in the silence of the bedroom, Vanessa could feel Michael's vulnerability and she knew that it was important for him to continue talking about his late wife. She decided to take things slowly, not wanting to overwhelm him.

"Would you like to talk more about her?" she asked softly. Michael looked at her, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Yes, please," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Vanessa sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to her.

"Come sit with me," she said, her voice warm and inviting. Michael hesitated for a moment before slowly sitting down beside her. He looked over at Vanessa, his eyes filled with emotion.

"I... I don't know where to start," he admitted, his voice cracking slightly. Vanessa reached over, taking his hand in hers.

'"Take your time," she said softly.

As they sat there in silence, Vanessa could feel the weight of Michael's grief pressing down on her. She knew that she couldn't take away his pain or erase his memories of Sarah, but she hoped that she could offer him some comfort and understanding. "Tell me about your first date with Sarah," she suggested gently.

Michael took a deep breath, his brow furrowed in thought. "Our first date was actually pretty simple," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "We went to this little Italian restaurant in town and just talked the whole time. It was so easy to talk to her, like we'd known each other forever." Vanessa smiled, leaning in slightly to listen more intently.

"That sounds lovely," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "What did you talk about?"

Michael's face lit up as he remembered. "Oh, we talked about everything. Our families, our dreams, our favorite movies. Then I told her how much I liked her boobs. She said I bet you'd like to fuck them. And so we did, right there in the ladies' room of the restaurant", Michael suddenly added.

Vanessa's eyes widened in surprise at Michael's unexpected confession. She didn't know what to say for a moment, trying to process the sudden shift in the conversation.

"I... I see," she finally managed to say, her cheeks flushing slightly. To her surprise, Vanessa felt a warmth spread onto her crotch. Michael looked at her, his expression a mix of embarrassment and relief.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to shock you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It's just that... well, it was the most intense moment of my life. And now, without her..." Vanessa couldn't help but feel moved by Michael's honesty and vulnerability. She squeezed his hand gently, trying to reassure him.

"It's okay, Michael. Thank you for sharing that with me. I understand how difficult it must be for you."

She paused for a moment, considering her next words carefully. "Do you think you could use some... comfort?" she asked softly, her gaze lingering on his. Michael looked at her, surprise flitting across his features before they were replaced by a look of desperation.

"Yes," he breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper. Vanessa could see the need in his eyes, and suddenly she knew what she had to do. She stood up from the bed and let Sarah's old bathrobe fall to her knees.

"Let's make a deal. I'll let you look at me as much as you need, but no touching. And you promise to leave your customer's deliveries alone from now on, OK?" Michael looked at Vanessa, his eyes wide with surprise and desire. "Deal," he said, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper. With that, she stepped out of the robe, standing before him fully naked.

As Vanessa stood before him, Michael's eyes traced every inch of her body, taking in her curves and contours. Vanessa could see the desire burning in his eyes, and it filled her with a strange sense of power.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Can I touch you?"

Vanessa found herself wanting to say "Yes", but she continued to assert her dominance. "No. But you can touch yourself all you like." Michael's hand drifted down to his crotch, and as he did so, Vanessa could feel herself growing wet.

"You're really turning me on," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Vanessa smiled, feeling the heat of his gaze on her body. "That's the idea," she said softly. "Now, why don't you go ahead and take care of yourself?" Michael nodded, his eyes never leaving Vanessa's naked form. He slowly pulled out his erection, stroking it gently as he watched her. Vanessa continued to stand there, letting him look at her while she felt the warmth between her legs intensify.

As Vanessa watched, Michael began to pace himself, stroking his shaft faster and harder. His breathing became more labored. Vanessa couldn't help but feel turned on by the sight of him pleasuring himself. She watched as his muscles tensed and relaxed, his breath hitching with each thrust of his hand. It was clear that he was getting closer to climaxing. Without warning, Michael let out a gasp and shot his load onto the floor. Vanessa couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph as she watched Michael's release. As he finished, Michael's body visibly relaxed, and he let out a long, shaky breath.