Recruiting volunteers to join me on stage won’t be a problem tonight.I catch sight of an event poster pinned on the wall and smile. “Jams, Pickles...and Preserves” is a title stolen from a WI recipe book, and the poster’s arty picture of jam jars is hideous. Posters are plastered all over town but the wily LPWI members, adopting a ‘what happens at WI stays at WI’ approach to Lucy’s events, do a great job of hiding the truth behind the façade.I let the curtain fall when Lucy takes the stage to. But you know that it won’t come that swiftly.My smooth palms, already wet as my body senses the acts about to be committed, caress your breasts, sliding over them, beneath them, tickling your skin and sending goose bumps over your entire body. I gently pull on your nipples, sending a minor spasm through your body, your smooth hips lifting a bit off the bed.I tell myself to take my time and my fingers rhythmically follow their course in circles around your stiffening nipples, as if they cry out. I pinched myself, even though my younger sister had just caught me jacking off into a towel, looking at her toned legs and stomach and the curve of her ass made my cock twitch.“Well I just wondered did you cum because of me?” as she said this a coy smile began to play around her lips, shit! I didn’t expect her to be so direct! Do I be honest or lie through my teeth?I was leaning towards the lie through my teeth part when that smile stirred something inside me, it felt like hope? How strange.. She was really skinny though and Donna assumed that was probably part of the delay. Jill was a lot like her back in the day and sadly, she too, had been a cute little cock-tease. She enjoyed making guys sweat and hide their crotches behind their books. It got her off. She was a tiny bit of a slut and she’d come to grips with it. And judging from what she’d done today, obviously her slut days were far from over. And she suspected her daughter’s were just beginning. The way she was looking.