She turned to face him. “Okay…open your eyes.” He opened his eyes and found she was staring at him. He looked down and saw part of the black,...sleeveless cocktail dress. His eyes were immediately on his sister’s cleavage. Her breasts were squeezed into the dress like the bathing suit. “Wow.” “You’re like all the boys,” she huffed. “Stop looking at my boobs and tell me what you think of the dress.” She stepped back. It was a typical black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. He. A lot of talking and a lot of just cuddling which to tell the truth was just as nice as the fucking. Okay, almost as nice as the fucking. The fucking might get old after a while ― maybe a century or two ― but the talking and just being with each other I don't think ever would. She did get some work done, mostly through her AI implant and let me tell you that woman could cut like a razor without once raising her voice or uttering a single swear word. I'm just glad I wasn't on the receiving. The plunging neckline on her silk blouse drew the eye downward to the skin-tight shiny black pants she was wearing. Over this was a waist-length jacket with three-quarter length sleeves. Her makeup accented her eyes and lips. She could easily have been one of the women I saw in the private room at the casino last night. I was staring, I confess.“Don’t you think you took the get-up a little far? You don’t actually have to go to work there. I just wanted you to interview the hostess.”“I need to. I answered well I'm not an O U dad, but she said that we'd just be joining her friend Beth and her dad. Beth does go to O U. I was a little disappointed because I was hoping for some naughty time with Amy, it had been a long time. Amy said there may be a chance for some alone time, which made me glad and I just decided to trust her, she has a way of working things out. Amy told me that Beth's dad had already arranged a rental with plenty of room. I was warming up to the idea assuming that they.