Maggie was already gone by the time I woke up. She'd always done that, late to bed, early to rise. When my head cleared sufficiently, I sat up in bed ...ealizing I still didn't know what if anything had happened to Andrea.I dressed hurriedly, forgoing my shower though remembering fondly the late night shower I had taken and enjoyed with Maggie. Dashing downstairs to the kitchen I was slightly surprised when I found coffee made, already waiting for me. In addition to that, I also saw a small note. ..uhhh..I know I did it exactly as you said” she mumbled. “Yes, right here...white polo, red skirt, red heels… just as it says” She looked up proudly, waiting to be congratulated for being right. I walked up to her, went to her back, grabbed the wide, 4 hook bra strap, pulled it hard and let it snap. “Owww!!!” she yelped. “Where in those instructions do you see a bra mentioned?” I asked politely. “Exactly nowhere” I stated. I looked her in the eye as I took my right hand and quickly shot up her. I had to buy a dress because I didn’t own one. A sad indictment but true. Possibly, if my mother had lived longer, I might have had a bit more girl training, but dad had been a bit lost in that department. The fact that I was just as happy to go camping and hunting with him and his mates, and I’d never expressed a wish to own a dress or lots of girly type things, possibly let my girl training slip past him.Knowing my dad approved of the bloke that I was going out with also meant I had to make. I slowly slid down to my knees, beingcareful to not rip the dress. Doug undid his belt and pulled his khakisand shorts down to reveal a swelling penis which looked a foot long andhung down at a 45? angle. I reached forward to touch it with my righthand and it jumped. I closed my hand over it and it felt silky and hardat the same time. I moved my hand a little and felt the smooth skin slideover the hard flesh underneath.I looked up at Doug and he had his eyes closed. I looked over at themirror.