The dirty blonde, in more ways than one, was sitting on the counter. Her legs were spread and wrapped below her friend's ass. I'd seen them many tim...s but never caught their names.What is it about flight attendants? Are they trained to be so arousing? And who designs those uniforms? Why does a tie or whatever you call what they wear seem even remotely sexy? Is it necessary for those outfits to look so sexy that even an average-looking girl becomes a goddess?The curly-haired brunette was. In the middle of the second week, I turned a corner and saw Anna and Risa. I turned around and picked a different path. That Friday, Risa called me and asked if she could come over. I’d thought about how I would reply to that, and decided that I could be friends, but I could no longer be her lover. I needed to not dig that pit any deeper.Risa looked hesitant when I opened the door.“How are you?” she asked as she stepped in.“Mostly numb,” I replied, offering her a seat. She sat her bag down and. I was standing over my sister, my hard cock leveled with her eyes and my gaze on her naked body. I studied her petite frame, her cute teenage tits, her flat stomach and trimmed bush. Her legs were tightly pressed together, preventing me from seeing her vagina. Mom kept us in that awkward position for what felt like and hour. My cock refused to go down and all I could do was stare down at my sister as her eyes moved from my hardon to my face, her teenage breasts raising and falling as she. She looked so hot sitting there with her huge tits pointing right at me. The next thing I knew the girls changed the game, added wild cards. I lost five straight hands and was sitting there totally naked. They laughed, saying that I thought I would beat them and I lost instead."Pick from the jar," they said, to see what I have to do for losing. It said that tomorrow a bag would be left for me. I had to put on the clothing inside and arrive at Tracy's (ten miles away) by 4:00pm, and not be late..