"She went on to explain that she always wanted a little girl she couldspoil, by throwing big birthday parties for, or dressing her up in realcute fril...y outfits. Take her out to places like the park or even afancy restaurant, maybe even to a movie. But my husband died before wehad any children. This would be like having the daughter I alwayswanted. Plus, I'm pretty sure it would also make all of your fantasiescome true.I sat there thinking her idea over for a moment or two and then I. "And if I do?" I'd wonder why his hands weren't on my tits yet!"My hands quickly descended to my mother-in-law's large breasts, first fondling her putty-like tit-flesh before rolling her nipples between my fingers."Mmmmmm, that feels good!" Mary moaned.I then lowered my head to her chest and for the first time sucked my mother-in-law's nipples into my mouth, my tongue swirling around her hard nipple."Oh God, you've got me so wet Steve, please finger me!"I lifted my head from her tits and moved. Then, they both turned to look at me. “Don’t just stand there and stare, we need some help over here, bro,” said my sister with a smirk and a wink. My jaw dropped, but I obliged and swam over to them. “Kelly tells me you have nice big cock Dan. Drop your trunks so we can see it.” Again, I was shocked, but I obliged though the lower half of my body was still underwater. As I took my trunks off freeing my growing cock, they both removed the lower half of their bikinis, but again, their pussies. Betty Jo was not a girl you wanted to cross. She was thebiggest girl in second grade, as big as any boy, and with two olderbrothers, she knew all the wrestling holds. Mrs. Hayworth might probablywould have given Tommy a stiff talking to for his tone, if not hislanguage, but when Betty Jo got through pounding his head into the groundand making him eat dirt before she would let him cry "Uncle," there reallywasn't much need. Mrs. Hayworth did tell Betty Jo that her behavior wasn't"ladylike." Like.