"It's ok, Elizabeth, really. Jeff will find a job, the economy isn't that bad right now. I'm sure he can find one."Megan held her older sister's hands...in her own. They'd always been a bit distant, owing to the fact that Elizabeth was 34, and Megan only 28. Megan had always been the more driven and responsible of the two sisters. She was fresh out of law school, and had already landed a job at one of the nation's top law firms. Elizabeth on the other hand had muddled through college and gotten. I dream of her nipples between my lips and her wetness on my penis and mouth.Virginia is the coordinator of events we have in cities around the world. And I often fantasize about having an erotic encounter with her at 35,000 feet. We're sitting in a window and aisle seat, with the middle seat being empty. It's a 12-hour flight from San Francisco International Airport to London Heathrow, and as it grows darker outside, the flight attendants turn the cabin lights down so passengers can nap if. Her perfectly sculpted abs were also out for the night.When she walked in, we embraced and gave each other a quick peck on the lips as usual before heading to my room. She sat on my bed and removed her sandals then started to massage her beautifully manicured feet. We sat silently for a while as I thought of the right words to tell her I'd become my father's lover. Finally, I blurted it out. "I fucked my dad."She looked stunned. She laughed. "You're kidding! Right?" No. Remember I told you I've. I sighed as I remembered. The key was with Shweta. I was now terribly annoyed at myself for giving her the key and submitting to her. I tied the towel around me. It covered me sufficiently, considering what I wore yesterday. I still couldn't digest the fact that I obeyed that little bitch and wore that excuse for a skirt to the diner, flashing some strangers. I cringed at the thought and sat on the bed, slightly depressed. I spent ages there before working up the courage to text Shweta. I.