The bike kiosk Uncle looked up from adjusting some brakes to see three nearly naked girls standing in front of him.
He took his time to oogle at their bodies especially LindaMichelle's still damp (and translucent) white micro bikini before asking them where the bicycles were.
"Well uncle", began Melissa, "they got lost or stolen I think..."
"What do you mean lost?", the Uncle demanded.
"Well... we parked the bikes at Siloso Beach near where we were suntanning, and when we looked up, they were gone!", Melissa explained.
The devious uncle started to formulate an idea:
"I rented you my best bicycles at good rates because you girls seemed so nice, now you steal them and pretend they got lost?!" He raised his voice, "Is this how you repay my kindness?!?"
The girls took a step back, frightened by the uncle's reaction.
"But but..", stammered Linda, "we didn't steal them!"
"Sure you did!", insisted the uncle, "those bicycles were so new and expensive that you had to keep them for yourselves!"
"No no..."
"I'm going to call the police, I have your ICs right here!"
"No! No! Please! Don't call the Police", begged Victoria.
"If you pay me back, I won't call the Police"
"How much are the bicycles?", ventured Melissa.
"They cost me $800 each, but I'll be kind and you only need to pay me $500 for each of them."
"$500?!?!" The girls protested, "we don't have so much money!"
The dirty uncle looked at their hot young and tight bodies and said, "Or you can let me fuck each of you once, you girls look like you are worth $500 each."
"Are you fucking kidding uncle?!" Linda replied rather bimbotically, "we have to be worth at least $1000 each!"
The uncle nodded and replied, "Ok... then I'll fuck one and a half of you."
"No way!"