“Come in.” she said before turning and leading me into the house. I could not take my eyes off her rear, as her panties were a thong and left noth...ng to the imagination. Fully clothed Jill had always caught my eye, but virtually naked she was stunning. The only fault was that with two c***dren her tummy had stretch mark scars, but she obviously had worked hard to tone up, because there was no looseness to her skin.I had pictured us chatting first to relax, but Jill and Tom had other ideas, she. We entered the building and immediately met one of Gemma's colleagues who I recognised. I stood to chat to her while Gemma went to hang up her coat. I walked through with her colleague into the hall and stopped as I entered. Only a few other people were wearing fancy dress.Gemma appeared behind me. I turned to ask what was going on and saw that she had removed the hairband and cat nose and was wearing a gauzy skirt with her leotard, making it look like she was smartly dressed for a party."I. His suspicions had been right on the mark and the idea of being Uncle Jack's stand-in was exciting and terrifying at the same time. "Well but what if she isn't, um, attracted to me in that way? I can't make her do it!" That's right, you can't make her do it but you're not understanding the nature of her needs. It ain't so much you as a person you're offerin', it's your body. Hell, I might as well be blunt, Randall; she needs your dick to scratch her itch!"So there it was! Now Randall had to ask. Daryl shook his head disappointedly, like he expected no better of his idiot sister. She stared at him in stunned shock as he walked over. He stepped over the broken shards of pottery without much effort and took back his half eaten yogurt cup while she was unable to react.He was halfway to the kitchen when she finally managed to speak. “Help me!” she pleaded.“Help you what; hide Dad’s vase?”“Can it be put back together?” she suggested.Daryl looked down at the remnants and shook his head..