I read the details quickly, striding into my room to fetch the items. I was so short of time that I was throwing the stuff on the bed as I read.Heels,...of course -- too damned high to be comfortable in. A push up bra, demi-cup – black or red. Check – my red VS lace number would do nicely. Matching panties – good thing I got the whole set, so the lace thong went on the pile. Stockings, patterned – I laughed nervously to myself, as I'd known it was a mistake to tell him about my fishnets.I'd made. I remember how close I felt to her at that moment. I hugged her tightly and kissed her head. It seemed like we laid there forever as I drifted in and out of sleep, until the ringing phone jolted me awake. I listened as our mother left a message explaining that her and dad would be leaving for the shore tonight and wouldn't be home until Sunday night. I remember thinking that they were supposed to leave tomorrow, and wondered if I was dreaming the whole thing. I glanced over at the clock to see. I began to scream but Harry told me to shut the fuck up, and bite down on his pillow. Suddenly I understood the term pillow biter.Harry drilled away at my ass while I laid flat on the bed moaning, and roaring "Fuck dude, this does hurt." I cried out. "Alright just relax yourself" Harry answered in a much more sensitive tone. He lied there on top of me, and just let his dick sit inside of me while he moved it gently. "There you go, nice an easy. Your ass is going to relax, and really enjoy. I haven’t eaten yet.”“I haven’t eaten either. You know, I’m supposed to be teasing you but I’m not sure who is teasing who now. So, what is for lunch?”She leaned back against the counter. I was tempted to say her but instead, I said. “There are two types of people in this world. Those who eat leftovers and those who don’t.”“Who doesn’t eat leftovers?” She had her hands on her skinny hips.“Exactly, they’re monsters. We have eggs in the fridge. How much?”Ji opened the fridge and found the plastic.