She sighed and removed her glasses, placing them carefully on the table next to her purse.I got an immediate sense of foreboding. There was something ...ff about my Aunt's demeanour. I looked at her but her eyes slid away from contact."Carl," my aunt said, the tone of her voice sending a leaden sinker plummeting into my stomach.Why did I feel there was something wrong?"I ... I need to talk to you," Aunt Jean said, decidedly awkward, as though not wanting the conversation, but feeling it. Shit!The conundrum persisted through grocery shopping, Bianca picking up items and tossing them into the cart without asking what I thought as she usually would. It distracted me from my doom and gloom, too. It forced me to study her very, very carefully.Her face, even with the pout, was beautiful. Her skin was creamy and flawless. No earrings or studs. Her neck was slender. No necklace. The yellow top was loose but showig the petite mounds her breasts made underneath. Short sleeves exposed. Statistics that I've compiled imply that over 75% of threesomes are two females and one male. Think about it. If the man is usually the instigator; most men want to have sex with more than one woman, so why would they choose another guy who would get to use his woman. A Swingers International article some time ago stated that the United States had at least 750,000 couples that "swing" at least once a month. That's a lot of couples. And out of those couples a good 60% were threesomes. Threesomes. Rob greedily attacked the coffee but was a pretty hardened drinker, and rarely suffered hangovers, so declined pain relief. If he had woken confused, now he was getting hard beneath the quilt, and who wouldn't, these were two cute girls sat in front of him on the bed, in fact Dawn was absolutely stunning, a natural beauty. He could see she had hard nipples under her loose T-shirt, and her shapely smooth long legs were fully on show. Trista was looking hot as hell too, in a half cut bra and.