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"I need more than that." I start my reply, "If I fuck both of them and get them to try knocking me up, Julie needs to be the entertainment at your bucks night, AND our wedding. I am sure the best man and Father of the bride would enjoy pounding that black maid of honor cunt."

I then slid my phone into my shirt, as the pants had no pockets and headed out to the den. As I was getting there so was Jethro and at the same time my phone buzzed. "Mark?" He asked.

"Probably, he is hanging out with Julie tonight but there have been a couple of messages back and forth." I explained. Jethro grabbed my shoulder as I turned to enter the den.

"Julie?" He asked, "Big titted black Julie that looks like a walking porn star? You trust he wont tap that?" He seemed genuinely concerned.

I laughed, "Course not, he and I share Julie all the time and I am almost certain they are fucking tonight. At least I hope so, Mark's great in bed and Julie doesn't get laid nearly well enough from most her dates."

He looked at me wide eyed while I checked the message, "Julie says it's a deal." was all the message said.

"So that's why you are wearing 'easy slut' nipple peircings?" He asked then added, "Wait, you're a dyke?"

I laughed, "I like the dick too much to be a dyke, but I love a little cunt too." He blushed, "Hey you asked."

Without any further comment I pulled open the den door and walked in. Dad had poured some glasses of wine and was sitting back in one of the recliners.

“Be glad your mother has gone to bed.” Dad said as we entered.

Jethro gave him a confused look, “He means this top is tighter then the one I was wearing earlier, so you can see I have pierced nipples. Apparently women owning their sexuality is a problem for her.”

Jethro grabbed a glass, “This one hasn’t got buttons, so it’s not really revealing.” He said.

“Yeah but it’s tight, and the fabric isn’t really thick.” My dad replied.

My mouth went dry as they discussed my attire and how easy it was to see my tits, “Well it was only intended to sleep in, if Jethro hadn’t decided to hose me.” I left the thought unfinished.

“Well at least the top was dark so you didn’t have a repeat of the embarrassment from last week.” Dad commented taking a sip of wine.”

“Embarrassment?” Jethro asked.

“Yeah a little,” I replied, “I mean I don’t really care, but dad got a little embarrassed.”

“I only got embarrassed for you dear.” He tried.

I shrugged, “Whatever, last week I was wearing a white shirt and accidentally sprayed my entire front with water.”

Jethro laughed, “You flashed our Dad?”

“Not deliberately,” I lied, “it just happened.