“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 plaster...d 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 rapturous applause. It's time. Shedding my robe, I give my cock another stroke. Goodness, why am I nervous? I’ve performed at countless. “I really appreciate you stopping to help. I probablywould have been here all day by myself. It looks likewe’re both pretty wet, why don’t we go to my place anddry off? I only live a short distance away.”I agreed and followed her which turned out to be only amile away. Once we reached her apartment Angie thank meagain for the assistance. Then her next remarks told methat my dream was about to come true.“I really feel like I owe you for helping me and. His dad was getting later and later in picking him up. He'doverheard him telling his mom that Mr Reed was riding his ass oversomething or other. When he did turn up, his eyes were usually red,with bags under them."When my dad used to come to visit me at my old school, he would takeme shopping."He just shrugged."I bet that's what you'll do. You walk around the mall and all you seeis dads walking with their daughters so they don't have to actuallytalk to them. But, it's really cool. My dad buys. ‘Why can’t we?’ Mach asked breathlessly as he consumed her mouth. ‘I want you… Dana. I want to have you…’ She kissed him back, and Lynn watched – this time with an open eye as they looked at each other. Dana really wanted him – Lynn could tell. Her face was heated – and not by alcohol. Lynn wanted to tell them. About Baz and Reyna. About her too. About everything. That it was ok – that they weren’t theonly ones. ‘Don’t you want me?’ Mach said. He looked down slowly. Dana looked down. Lynn.