” She paused, adding, “Even for Dad’s funeral service I was in trousers.”“Okay, me too, skirts and heels it will be.” Kicking off my train...rs I added, "And I’ll help you with your makeup.”A while later and I came out of the en suite to find Sam in her new dressing gown holding a black thong against herself.“These are very small,” she said, blushing deeply.“That’s the idea,” I laughed back. “Sexy and comfortable."“You wear them too?”“Of course,” I replied.Blushing beet red Sam whispered, “But. My brother suddenly interested in me, right. “Then tell me what is going on. I’m not angry baby, I just want to know.”So I told her.Why not, right diary?She listened to the entire thing. Didn’t get angry and didn’t go nuts when I told her about my Uncle and Daddy. I told her every detail about them fucking me, my Uncle’s pictures, and about Daddy being weird even though he knew I was in love with him. It was so weird Diary but felt so amazing to bring it out in the open. I mean not that you. She hardly knew them and thought she would be more formal than not when greeting them.Oh! And do a quick double cough if it’s a woman. That would be so fucking hot.Melissa moved on, and on, shaking hands and occasionally hugging people on the way. She and her husband eventually split apart as they mingled with guests. Melissa coughed.After a few more steps she coughed again.Two already – my God, imagine if all three us could take you right there. A cock in each hole. You’d fucking love that. It makes me so wet just thinking about it now.I order a drink and start chatting to the dj, well, I say dj, he’s a guy playing a couple of cds behind a table. He’s in his 50s and if you remember from my last story, I’m 22 and I love older men. I have daddy issues :) He’s bald and big built with an aggressive nature, just how I like them.He comments on my tits almost straight away, nice at first, complimenting my figure, waiting for my reaction. When I respond with a dirty grin, he starts.