He'd wake, shower, then set his hair. After dryingoff, he'd coat his skin in lotion and moisturizer. He'd spray perfumeinto the air and walk into it. ...e'd pick out the cutest underpants andpadded bra and take pains to slide into his lingerie. He'd then roll outstockings and fasten them to a matching garter belt. After he had gottenthis far, he'd pick out his clothes and lay them out on the bed. Dresses,skirts and blouses, and the occasional suit with short pleated skirtswould lie on the bed. ”“I can imagine,” she giggled before her face became serious. “That’s not going to happen tonight, is it?”I chuckled, shaking my head. “Not to us, though it could happen with another group. They got tired of people claiming it was someone’s birthday when it actually wasn’t, so they require ID to be shown.”“Good--” she began to replied when the waitress, Elisa, arrived.“Good evening! How are the two of you doing tonight?”“Very good, thanks for asking,” Tessa said. “And you?”“I’m doing awesome!. My petite little ass fitted Lucy's panties perfectly. I am naturally smooth skinned, so there was no manly hair on my legs that might give Bruce a hint. Lucy's ass looked very similar, of course. Janie looked fantastic to my eyes. Big and bouncy, her ass barely covered by her skimpy drawers. When she turned around and I saw how tightly she had pulled her panties up... the camel-toe... I became fully erect. Now the panties couldn't contain my cock. Two or three inches were poking out above the. I had to remind me that this girl was my sister, not my girlfriend! But why was kissing Emily so much better than kissing Suzie or Vanessa? Why was every moan, every barely audible whimper making my heart jump like it did?Of course I liked Susie and Vanessa, but I never thought of them as a girlfriend. My sister definitely wasn't a girlfriend. But what did I know, I never really had a girlfriend. I could never find a girl I could really connect with, or one that was as perfect as...Fuck.I.