To my surprise and luck she answered the door, fully dressed of course but no nylons, regardless she still looked stunning as I remembered. I offered ...o service her room or provide change of towels. She said she would be leaving soon and wanted the room made anyway. I told her I would come back later and she said I could start on her room right away as she was just on her way out. I didn't refuse of course but I started in the bedroom as she was in the bathroom putting on her makeup. I could. Stepping through the front door, I entered my new sanctuary to find my sister Amber sitting on the couch watching t.v. while she clipped her toenails. With one knee raised up to reach her foot I had an amazing view of her thick inner thigh and pussy, outlined by the thin fabric of her panties."How'd it go?" Not looking up to finish her toe maintenance, her broad smile was noticeable from across the room."Great! I felt really good about a couple of the meetings I had, hopefully I'll hear back. "It's 11:53, so technically it's still morning. HA." Barely." I rolled my eyes and beckoned her to me. "Still, that means it's been like nine hours since your last orgasm. Far too long, I think." I agree," she nodded with an overly-serious expression before breaking into a big smile and reaching down to rip her nightshirt over her head. The busty blonde bombshell was braless beneath, and her massive 36F tits sprung forward in all their awe-inspiring glory.I have to pause and describe these. I also told her that I couldn't sense anyone else in the body. Unless Jan was in a deep coma, I couldn't think of why she should be absent. Then Cathy joked that maybe she died of fright when she thought she was falling off the bridge. Suddenly, that thought made chilling sense. Was it true? Was she gone? Had I replaced her? I had heard of people dying of fright, so it wasn't beyond the realm of possibility. If that was true, what did that mean to me? Was I truly stuck in here till I died a.