Bicycle Seat Adjustment

Bicycle Seat Adjustment

I watched as the “Triple K” walked up the driveway pushing their bicycles into my garage. Kimberly, Karen, and Karolyn are the best of friends. When they were young they started to call themselves the “KKK” but I quickly put a stop to that so the “Triple K” was born.

Kimberly is my daughter and the other two live only a few houses away, one in each direction. Since we live in the middle they tend to hang out more here. I don’t mind. That way I can keep an eye on them and of course I can “keep an eye” on them. They have grown into very desirable young ladies if I do say so myself.

Well as they approached Kimberly held out a nice cold beer for me. I immediately knew something was up and smiled.

Kimberly said, “Dad we need some adjustments made to our bicycles and you are the best dad for the job!”

I laughed and said, “Hey wait a minute! Best dad for the job? Does that translate as slang for an easy pushover?”

Kimberly laughed and said, “Maybe! Is that all that bad dad?”

So I asked, “What kind of adjustments?

Karen started by saying, “We want the boys to see our panties when we lean over in our mini skirts!”

Karolyn chimed in with, “And to see down our tops too!”

Kimberly finished it off with, “And we want to masturbate on the front part of the seat when we peddle too!”

I just smiled and said, “Is that all?”

The girls giggled and Kimberly said, “For now unless you can think of anything else!”

I smiled again as I looked at how grown up these girls were getting and said, “Well I really can’t think of anything at the moment! Unless you want to glue a dildo to the front of your seat! Shall we get started then?”

I popped the beer can, took a drink, and got the make shift bicycle stand out. As I loaded Kimberly’s bike up on it she closed down the overhead door for privacy. If the girls wanted to lean way over I would need to turn their handlebars over so I detached the hand brakes and speed controls, turned the handlebars over, and reattached everything. Kimberly sat on her bike and leaned into position. The other girls got in front of her and looked.

Karen said, “Your top doesn’t pucker enough!”

Karolyn said, “Maybe you should get one of your mothers, they are bigger!”

Kimberly ran off and came back quickly with one of her mother’s tops and another beer for me. She said that she took it from the laundry. Then with out any warning or hesitation Kimberly removed her top and stood there smiling at me for a moment before putting on her mother’s top.