10. Emily arrives alone

In short order, there’s a knock on the door. You open the door to see who you presume is Emily. She clearly just came from the beach party. Her bare feet are sandy and you can see a matching pale pink mani-pedi must have been her pre-Spring Break treat. You didn’t get a good look at her when her group checked in, and you know you would have gone for her first if you had. Her most notable feature is her massive chest. Her face is cute, little red lips and pale skin framed by brunette hair, but her tits overtake her small frame. She doesn’t even really have an ass to match. She barely contains her udders in a small swimsuit; not a bikini, one of those probably would have exploded off, but a skimpy one piece. She wears shorts with the Our Lady crest on them to cover up a little.

“Hi there. Aline said you wanted to see me? I’m Emily.” Her twang betrays Texas money.

“Yeah, yeah come on in.”

You step aside and let her in, locking the door behind her subtly. She looks around for somewhere to sit and you gesture to the bank of seating where you’d only recently deflowered her friend.

“Yeah, Aline tells me you’re visiting your parents this spring break? I know I’m not your daddy. I haven’t got any kids, let alone one as pretty as you.”

She blushes, “oh, well…. You’re not gonna tell anyone, are you? We wanted to show Aline how beautiful the gulf coast is, especially this time of year.”

“If you and your friends keep me happy, don’t make too much trouble, maybe I’ll keep quiet. But you’re gonna start by calling me Daddy, just to make the lie more real. Afterall, you don’t wanna slip up when you get back.”