And like that.“Daddy says you are loose with your favors,” one said.“That would be Cyn, my sister.”“You have a sister?”“And a brother.�...“Older? Younger.”“Triplets ... but,”“Triplets? Who was born first?”“Cynthia-mae, JW, and me.” I figured that should do it. But, no. They wanted the gore.“Cyn ... Cynthia ... was born 11:45pm March 31, 1977...”“You’re fifteen?”“Yes,” I said. “JW was born at the stroke of midnight March 31/April 1st, I was born April 1st at 12:45am.”“How did you get the name. I have the feeling I may have two bosses, not one.” I ran my fingers through her hair. “And, I don’t mind a bit.”She laughed. “I like that idea but Joe can be a demanding man. So, you focus on him starting Monday, okay?” I nodded. “But right now, young lady … right now I want you fucked by his wonderful cock AND I want to feel your talented mouth on my pussy, again.”I smiled and wiggled into the center of the bed. Mr. Cornell followed and was between my spread thighs in an instant. She. "“Hold up, how you know my name?” Becky said.“We’ve seen you around. At frat parties, various other functions, etc. Don’t you have a boyfriend in the military?” The driver said.“A little birdie in your house told us,” His friend said.“Yeah.”“So, we don’t want to hurt you. We just want to know if the rumors are true.”“What rumors?” Becky said.They looked her up and down. Becky’s hand strayed to the crotch of the only one keeping quiet. He looked young.“What rumors?” Becky said, to the young one.. "What's up?" I pointed at the planes."Training," one retired looking guy said."For who?" Four girls." Retired, he might be, but he was in great shape."There's got to be more to it than that." Yeah. Most of us are here for an awards presentation, some idiot got his ass shot down over Laos a few years back. Special Forces rescued him. Same guy donated a bunch of B-25's to the Air Guard and an Italian Fiat G-55 Fighter to the Smith. You wouldn't happen to know him?" He had that dead stare that too.