The bathroom door opened, spilling light onto the floor behind me. I turned around to find Megan in a tight top and what can only be described as hot ...ants.“Now there’s story,” She said as she finished drying her hair. “Your Dad promised me a weekend skiing, but he’s decided to fuck off to Vegas instead. Apparently a client meeting is more important.”I couldn’t help but notice the way she insinuated ‘client meeting’. My Dad, Richard, had a reputation for being a bit of a man-slut. Its what cost. I need...," I panted. "Tell me," he commanded and looked into my eyes. I panted through my haze of lust. "Take me, make me yours, make me cum," I managed to whisper. "Yessssss," he hissed and kissed me hard, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. I opened willingly and gave him what he wanted from me. My lust, my desire, my burning need to cum all over his cock and grind my hips to his underneath him. His hips shifted and he rammed himself inside me, sliding in and out so easy, I was so wet. He. We hadn't spoken about what had happened and he seemed a little more coy than usual when he left. I wondered if he had regrets, we were pretty stoned after all. Had it just been a quick fumble in the heat of moment? If it had would he have stayed? If it was a one off would it affect our friendship? I couldn't just sit inside obsessing about it so I grabbed my bike from the garage and headed for the woods a short distance from the small village I called home. There was no place I'd rather be on. On looking at yourfile, which contains over 20 different photographs of you wearing yoursister's clothing, you can clearly see that in most of them, you arewearing a bra." But they're all fake" I protested.What nurse Maureen said next both shocked and surprised me."Alice, I believe you." What, how, why?" was my confused response."The main purpose of that first meeting was to get you out of bed anddressed in your new lingerie and into your dress. When Beverly handedyou your bra, you didn't have.