His dad, Charlie, was a bank manager with a retreating hairline and genuine smile. He towered over his diminutive wife, Sandra, who was a couple of in...hes shorter than Sarah, and probably didn't even reach Rhea's height. She was friendly and talkative, sat on the couch drinking a cup of tea, talking about the drive down and their impending holiday.A few minutes later, Julie showed them upstairs so they could get ready and Mum disappeared to change. She seemed to be panicking somewhat, flustered. After a while, her dress is back up around her waist and at times he gets his whole hand over her ass then carries on touching the rest of her leg. I don’t know why I didn’t say or do anything as I wasn’t the least bit happy about it, and when I saw him give her ass a sly squeeze in the middle of him talking, I instead announced I was going to the toilet. I had only been away a few minutes clearing my head but when I come back in the room, I stand in shock. Their mouths were once again pressed. One size fit all because of the long strings that tie the tiny patch onto their pussy lips. Their pussy lips were bigger than the patch of material though. I got to shave their pussies every morning so that no stubble would show. After the first two days all they ever wore were pieces of string that ran up their pussy lips, up the crack of their ass, and tied around their waist. They might as well have been nude. Apparently that tiny string passes as being dressed appropriately. Go figure!I. She recalled vividly, Clem and Sarah coming into the Antlers not only that night, but afterward on a fairly regular basis during that summer and more infrequently later on. She had nothing but good comments. Sarah had impressed her as a healthy, good natured, happy, young woman, perhaps a little protective of her uncle Clem. Clem was his normal quiet, handsome self. Clara admitted to the investigator that she had some interest in Clem and might not be completely impartial. He tipped well. Jane.