I hugged her tightly not knowing what to do next or say. Thankfully Cindy took charge and kissed me and said, “Get undressed honey.” She broke our...embrace and went to her closet and brought back two dressing gowns and handed one to me. I laid the dressing gown aside and started to undress as I watched Cindy do the same.When we had undressed and had the dressing gowns on we went to the mirror and brushed our hair and adjusted our make-up. Cindy got in the center of the bed and sat with her legs. BEFORE THE POSITION, I POSE FOR MY DAD. HE TAKE MORE PIX. PIX OF ME, SUCKING HIS BUDDIES DICKS. A FEW WITH LIKE, BOTH DICKS UP AGAINST MY FACE. MY FAVORITE WAS WHEN I HAD A GUY ON EACH SIDE OF ME, EACH HAD ONE OF MY LEGS LIFTED UP SO I'M SPREAD WIDE AND MY ASSHOLE READY FOR THE TAKING. THAT PICTURE TURNED OUT HOT, WITH MY SISSY SLUT OUTFIT ON. WHAT A FUCKING TURN ON, FOR ME. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT MY DAD THINKS OR HIS TWO FAG FRINDS. I'M LOVING THE HELL OUT OF ALL THE SPECIAL ATTENTION. PLUS. Do youmind if I ask you a very personal question?" Oh god, I panicked -- heknows I'm not a woman! I shook my head no, expecting the worst. "You'renot a lesbian like your cousin and her girl friend, are you?" "What? What makes you think they're lesbians?" "You mean they're not?" "I don't know; I haven't seen Kimberly in a couple of years. I don'tthink so. Why do you think they are?" Well, I've tried to get friendly with them and they just treat me like abrother. I've never seen them with any. What are you wearing?” was his reply. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise of showing up in a purple low-cut V-neck wrap dress, or the initial plan, greeting him in a buttoned and tied lightweight flowing trench coat, but logistics were logistics. The plane was a non-stop, but the four-hour flight seemed to take much longer than I anticipated. I tried reading, but couldn’t focus on my eReader. Not even on Kenneth Rexroth, John Dunne or Pablo Neruda. The anticipation made my heart race and was.