It was a scorching day and my sister and I went to the beach. She was in a ridiculously tiny shocking pink bikini set. She was barely covered up and w...s getting alot of attention down at the beach, especially when teh water hit it and made it go practically see through. It really didnt leave much to the imagination. On the way home I made a joke about her bikini going see through and she said its nothing I hadnt seen before anyway. I joked at the time and asked if there was a chance of seeing. Yes I said and still fully clothed we lay in top of the bed in the spare room. Her black dress rucked up a little as we lay there, and I smelled her hair as we cuddled. I was aware now as my hand touched her smooth flat belly that she was wearing stockings I could feel the suspenders belt under her dress. My cock hardened as I could feel her rub her bottom into my crotch and my now hard cock. I moved my hand further down from her tummy and found the hem of her dress and slid it up over her. I still don’t know all the details and requirements of the job. I know my department very well thanks to Peter making sure I was spread around the department so he had time to fuck you.”“Paul! Do you need to keep using that term?”“Sorry. Thanks to Peter having time to make love to you.”“STOP!” Deb said firmly. “There was no love. He seduced me. I fell for it. It was sex. That’s all.”“He says that you went after him aggressively.”“That’s bullshit! Looking back, he had been working on me for. However, as neat as it was at first, dating a performer wasn't anything like they thought it would be. Fact is: dating a performer was down right boring. Out of necessity, Josh had to let his dates fend for themselves, all off by their lonesomes while he was engaged elsewhere: tuning his various instruments; arranging his sets; doing sound checks; checking in with the MC and all that other razzmatazz that a performer has to attend to in order to insure that their performance is up to snuff.