Thankfully, Auntie Ellie and Uncle Geoff were not in the kitchen. I spoke to Uncle Chris and my parents and got some food.I took a deep breath and hea...ed into the lounge to play cards.People were scattered around on chairs whilst, the ‘love birds’, sat on the floor. Uncle Geoff sat there, legs apart, in a white shirt, stretching at the seams where is beer gut was. Auntie Ellie lay with her pretty head resting in his lap, cushioned, and elevated by his beer gut.She was wearing a t-shirt and. ’ Joanne had been slowly going crazy. There was this sensation in her tummy that made her want to get close to him. When she did try to make a move, she couldn’t cross the line he’d put up. She knew he felt the same way because she’d seen his erections. She wasn’t sure why he wasn’t interested in doing something about them. When he did get hard, he would move away and pretend it wasn’t there or apologize. For the last few mornings, she’d been building up the courage to touch his penis. It had. Barry had put on jeans and a t-shirt, and Shari wore a frilly, little dress. Her dark-blonde hair was brushed and pulled back into a ponytail. She was sweet, so very sweet, Janet thought, peeking at her daughter secretly.Janet wore a housedress, summery yellow, with white, lacy trim. She had finished her second cup of coffee when she suddenly became aware that she had not put her bra on. That was unusual. She never went without a bra, yet she was naked under the top of her dress. She had, she. It was a family run business, the owner was Mr Davis, but he wasn’t in the office much. His son, who preferred to be called Rod, ran the day-to-day things. Then there was their secretary Rita Robertson, she was the sort of middle-aged woman whose word was law and nobody dared to argue with. I had been working there about five months before we had the company’s Christmas outing. It was going to be dinner, a night drinking in the city and a hotel stay. It sounded great and I would be an adult for.