.“Can we have a threesome?”“With who?”“Your dad. Duh!”“I guess. I’m not kissing him tho.”“Ugh fine. Let’s go ask him.”We walk ...to uncle’s room. And sit on his bed.“Can we have a threesome?” I ask.“Damn this birthday just keeps getting better and better.” He replies.I toss off my shirt and smile at them. My D cup tits were hanging free and begging for mouths to suckle on them.They answered the call and both suckled on my nipples. I moaned and wiggled around on the bed. Someone’s hand snuck into. She continued to think whether to call him or not but it was now getting close to the time to re-open the shop so it was fast becoming now or never, although he had said that he was in town for four more days. She decided that if she rang now she would seem way too eager so she decided to wait until after she closed the shop in the evening.During the afternoon, the handsome young man, and his offer, was constantly on her mind and each time the bell rang to signify that someone was entering the. The next Saturday night I was back at the gym, going through my exercises, and waiting with barely controlled excitement for Kelly to arrive. At 9:00 on the dot she arrived, just like the last two weeks. Tonight she was wearing a white top with a black sports bra underneath, and shiny sky blue spandex pants that fit her like a second skin. She had her hair tied back in a pony tail again, with a red scrunchy holding it in place. She walked past me with that haughty swing of her hips, and her. Barbie Jo, referred to as her ‘first grand daughter’ got ten percent ownership in the Ford dealership, which Barb had propelled into the largest in the southeast. The rest of her estate went to her husband Todd and her daughter. I did get a few photos of Barb and Joanne, and Amy got the framed thong, which brought tears to our eyes and smiles to our faces. Six moths later saw the start of the annual ‘Barbara Jones Stripathon, the winner being judged by the number of thongs procured. Amy,.