"That's more like it girls. You know how much-" David was saying as the picture was taken. "I want to see Olivia get married and have her own kids. I don't want to see her become an old maid."
Dalia had invited her old friends Emily and Rebecca over for a few drinks by the pool, and to gossip a little. Unaware her former daughter had been her wife she often complained how Olivia was already in her mid 30's and still wasn't married. She sipped her drink again with a sigh. It wasn't like Olivia wasn't pretty enough. She had inherited Dalia's good looks after all, with an hourglass figure, large breasts and a round butt. Even Dalia still got attention, remembering all the looks this swimsuit earned her last time she went to the beach with men her age. Why then, was it so difficult for Olivia?
"I still wish she and Eric had ended up together. We'd have the cutest grandkids right now." Emily laughed. She had gone from little girl to mature Black woman. She was on the plump side with some belly fat and a huge butt.
"Oh please, my little Adam and her were so close as kids." Rebecca teased. Her red hair had streaks of gray, but she confidently showed off in a bikini. She always liked to remind her friends she had the biggest boobs in their little group.
"It doesn't matter. Your boys got married and poor Olivia is still single." Dalia moped.
"That's why we agreed to help. Now that she's here we can set her up with my nephew when he gets here." Emily reminded Dalia of the other reason they'd gathered today. Namely to make sure Olivia wasn't single by the end of the day.
"Don't be surprised if she falls for my pick. If I was younger I'd be all over my coworker's son." Rebecca said as she imagined the handsome young man she had met and invited.