" In fact, that's what started this whole thing off. You see, both of my parents worked. My dad worked for an industrial and residential plumbing comp...ny. So he worked full time, five or six days a week. He was and is your average guy next door. You know; the beer and football type of guy. He makes a good living. But on a plumber's salary, we did well, although we weren't exactly rolling in the dough. My mom has worked in the bar for most of her life. The bar is a family business and it's more. My husband is a good enough guy, but one who likes to stay in, watch car shows on TV, and lacks a certain assertiveness. Watching a dirty-ish movie is as far as he goes. My younger years were filled with plenty of bad boys- the ones with charm, wit, and arrogance. Maybe you can’t make a life with that, but it was certainly a fun way to spend some time.While scrolling through my email I noticed that there was one from the town manager. Having no idea why he would contact me, I opened it. Both Tracey and myself were absolutely soaking wet at the thought of all this fun and in particular from having uncle and nephew to play with, who I knew had fucked a few women together before in the past.The taxi arrived and the journey there only took about a quarter of an hour. We must have looked complete tarts getting into the car. Me with my stockings on show and Tracey all tanned legs and tits. Once we arrived at Fred’s we were welcomed in to meet all of the men.They all complimented us. The play lasted until Mr. Reynolds told the guys to hit the gym.I followed the boys to the gym and went to be with my class. We played volleyball. I tried to pay attention, but I couldn't get my mind off what had happened—or what would happen when we went to shower."Are you okay?" Kimmy asked me when we took a break."I guess so, I don't know," I replied."What's up, Jackie? Are you and JR having a problem?" No, not at all. If anything, he's being super nice."Kimmy put her hand on my arm..