Do you have anybody on hand for the appraisal?”Trudy grinned. “Do I look like a realtor? I’ll ask my lawyer, Charley Weissman. He’s a family a...d estate lawyer, so he must know about this stuff.”“Okay, and I’ll talk to the girls about it.”All through the exchange, Margaret Gunderson had listened in open-mouthed astonishment. Now she felt that she needed to intercede.“Hiram may not like it if the house goes to Helen.”Helen just snorted, and Trudy shook her head. “Again, find somebody who gives a. “Hello,” our mother said in her accented English. She held a tray with three glasses full of milk tea with a plate of cookies spread out on it. “How wonderful to see that my daughters have made friends.”“Hi,” Lee said, hopping to her feet, her skirt swirling around her legs. “I’m Lee! I live down the street with my family.”“Oh, that’s so nice. I am so glad that you’re welcoming my daughters.”“Thank you for the snacks, okaasan,” I said, moving before her and holding out my hands, my stomach. Well, in for a penny…Mel lifted her dress over her head. For a moment she stood there, in just her tights, panties and a bra which struggled to contain her big tits.“All off please,” he said. “We want to see you naked.”She took her bra off next, freeing a pair of tits which were a nice D-cup, tipped by lovely pink nipples. The fat guy reached out and squeezed her left breast, a look of reverence on his face. Mel slapped his hand away and bent to remove her tights and knickers. Her shaven pussy. We had typically spent New Years Eve at home with a few friends or her sister, but we always avoided the large crowds. A bit after noon, my wife got a call from her work. They were short-staffed after a few people called in sick, and she had to go in to help cover that night. We were a bit disappointed, but it didn’t ruin any plans. Around 7pm my wife pulled out of the driveway. As I waved goodbye from the front door, I glanced over and noticed Jackie again peering at me through the window..