At night my two married sisters would only wear petticoat and blouse, showing most of the time part of their big breast. I use to pretend that I was a...leep but trying to glance at their sexy body. This went on for sometime but I would not make or dare to make a move. Then one night I went to sleep earlier, wearing only a Lungi, nothing on top. Two unmarried sisters were already asleep but the eldest one 31yrs old came late to bed. I intentionally lifted my Lungi so that she could see my long. By nine-fifteen, Stephanie and I are back in the recreation room of our building.The others haven’t bothered waiting for our return and there’s a general lack of clothing being worn by those in the room. Monique and Ruth are busy taking their pleasure of Olivia and Judith. Kirsty and Grace are entwined in each other’s arms. Only Brooke seems to be at a loose end, although her blatant invitation to me is hard to misinterpret. I was already getting aroused by the sight of so many delectable naked. Daddy's back!He doesn't care about femme stuff but I do. As I watched the old washerand dryer head out the driveway with two puzzled looking guys, I waslistening to "Made in the USA" by Demi Lovato. I pulled out a quickoutfit. No need for a bunch of makeup or wig. Just a swipe of blush and alittle mascara. Eyeliner on the bottoms only. Lip gloss. A simple pleatedred skirt with a plain button up blouse. Three inch white wedge sandels.Underneath I had on black lace boy cut panties and a matching. "I ran up to my new bedroom and looked it over, and wrinkled my nose indisgust. It was pink. A pink carpet, pink wallpaper, a bed with a pinkcover. Boyband pictures upon the walls along with a large portrait of myboyfriend Charles and what I suspected was a small obligatory picture ofthe Prime Minister that had to be displayed in houses like this to showpolitical loyalty. A make up table with several draws, a pink diary inwhich I am writing this and a cellphone. A cellphone! I could telephonemy.