“Ready to try some bras now?” Marsha asked. When Diane nodded, the store manager picked up one and held it out. “You’ll find that these are a ...ifferent size than what you’ve been wearing. You are at least one cup size larger than you think. If I were you, I’d want to show off rather than cover-up.”“This first one is called a triangle bra,” Marsha said, holding it out to Diane.“There isn’t much to it,” Diane said as she slipped her breasts into it.“The object of the exercise in this one is to. Do you really think Arlene is going to let you get away with 'marrying' those other girls, and not 'marrying' her? Get real Jeff. Besides, if you refused, she would be devastated. 'Marrying' you is all she can talk about." She let the other girls go first since you had already had your night with Ann. Actually, Ann was the one that 'coined' the phrase, so to speak. She mentioned that she felt like your wife, and the whole thing had seemed like a wedding. Arlene decided that she wanted to be the. Dad said to me, "They like and appreciate you, Sissy – just like they used to with your mother."One piped up, "Not a bad looking cunt, either." A chorus of laughter. Another asked, "Who's first?" I heard dad call everybody together. There was some quiet mumbling. What I didn't hear was dad telling them that a father gets to take a daughter's virginity.The bed creaked and a man was over me. He gently lowered himself, then reached down and directed his penis toward my pussy. He put it in slowly. A young woman sat reading the newspaper and I saw that she was looking at the classified section. When my coffee arrived I lit a cigarette and saw that my hands were still shaking, but I managed to light the poisonous stick and when I took a deep drag I began to cough. “Are you okay?” she said in a soft voice. I coughed some more and waved my hand trying to say I was fine. I finally got my act together, and through teary eyes, I looked for the owner of the voice. It was the woman; she was.