“So, why did you cover up your Mom’s pantyhose?” he asked. I tilted my head for a moment as I raised an eye brow. “They aren’t my Mom’s pa...tyhose, they are mine.” A look of surprise shown on his face then he said “How’s that? What do you mean the pantyhose are yours?” I stood silent for a moment then confided that I wear them all the time. “Huh? Well you didn’t have to cover up. This is your house. You got my attention when you reached into the cabinet. Your ass looks real good in pantyhose.. Brianna said, "You've had a bad day. I can feel it." Worst day I have had in a good while."Cathy said softly. "Oh, Mr. Edwards. I'm so sorry."Brianna asked, "Anything we can do? We'll tickle you if you'll swim with us."I hesitated. She said, "Last one in is a rotten egg!"Here I was, late forty something, and two fourteen year-old girls were trying to prop me up. Not just trivially, but really concerned. "What the hell?" I put on my suit and went out to the pool.I went in off the board and swam. That's when it all came back to me. The accident. Another accident. My whole body was aching, especially my head. I tried lifting my non-IV'ed arm, only to find it in a cast. Wincing against the sting of the IV, I gingerly touched my head with the other hand, finding a thick layer of bandaging around it. "Ow..." I moaned softly, attempting to sit up a little. "Hello?" I called. My voice was hoarse and my throat dry. Noticing the call button by my side, I pressed it, hoping someone would come. I was tingling and aroused and had been dying to trysomething that I had toyed with at home when my sisters were out. Ipulled on of Liz's slinky dresses out of my bag and hung it on thedoor. I took off my clothes and pulled on a pair of silky string bikinipanties up my slender legs and my cock grew hard with anticipation. Ihad also snagged some makeup and nervously put on a little eye shadow,liner and mascara and a touch of lipstick. I really did look a lot likemy sisters. I combed my quite.