He was a bit taller than me, light brown hair and gray eyes. He seemed to be the essence of what I imagined every girl's dream man was."Hi, I'm Will."...He said holding out his hand. I slowly took it and shook it. "When Stacie heard I was coming down for a training flight she asked me if I could help her out. It was a hard proposition to refuse."I grimaced, not realizing that he was a pilot and so fucking good looking. "Don't worry though. Stacie and I have a history but I'm married now, I'm just. It must have been obvious how excited I wasbecause she suddenly reached and grabbed my hard cock that was tenting mypants."This says you want to do it honey, so don't give me any more shit." shetold me while continuing to squeeze my cock. "Now, let's get undressedwhile I get the adhesive ready."After stripping I stood still as she placed the false breasts against mychest to locate and lightly mark the anatomically correct position forthem on my chest. Then she applied the adhesive and pressed. I sighed loudly and ran my hands through my hair again, pulling on it slightly and growling with frustration.What the hell was wrong with me?I got up and got dressed again. Sighing, I stripped my bed, gathered an armful of laundry, and headed downstairs.My sister and I had been doing our own laundry for years now. Our parents were big on independence, and they always encouraged us to look after ourselves. We both knew how to drive, and could perform basic car maintenance. We could both cook. I saw the shower curtain open and I heard Diane yell for her sister to bring her a towel. Diane reached down and brushed the water off her ass and shook her hair and yelled again for Darla. Darla walked past the window from the bedroom in a little white bra and panties and had her hair in pig tails with pink ribbons and handed her sister a big white towel. Diane grabbed the towel and started to dry her self off and Darla watched her and slapped Diane on the ass and laughed. This went on for.