I went back to my room to get ready. I was thinking about her in the shower. Especially her boobs and sexy legs. I am pretty sure she wasn’t wearing... a bra. It was jiggling when we were walking; thinking about this I relieved my self so that I can get back to trekking mood.It was around 8:40 when I was about to leave. I got a call from an unknown number. It was her. She told me her husband can’t come for three more days and she can join me. I was on cloud nine. I told. I would come to her room. Somebody had also told me that he liked to wear women's panties, this was something I had to find out, it was my biggest fetish. We walked out of the changing rooms, I really wanted him to hold me again. It was then I admitted to him that I liked to wear girls panties, usually my sister's. He looked at me and smiled, he said he knew, that somebody had told him and would I wear some tomorrow and to go to his office at lunchtime. The next morning the house was empty, I went to my sister's room. ” My sister shrugged.“Yeah, everyone.” I smirked.“She never said Vanessa.” Kia pointed out.“Well, then not everyone.” I said.“Oh that poor girl.” Kia sighed. She kicked me.“What was that for?” I asked rubbing my shin. She hopped out of her chair.“Ruining me for other men.” She said loud enough for mom and dad. Mom grumbled. Dad tried not to laugh. Kia gave me the finger and stormed out.“The bacon!” I gasped and ran to the next room.“Not even going to do anything about her being pissed off?” Zoë. To say that I was excited by the thought of this erotic encounter was an understatement. I was as hot as hell all week. Bringing myself to climax at almost every opportunity. I drove north from Sydney on the Saturday morning which took an hour longer than it should have done due to traffic congestion and roadwork. It was summer so I wore a light blouse and a bra that accentuated my large breasts and a pair of short, but not overly short shorts. My clothes were not out of the ordinary for that.