Inside, about half the space was taken up with Mum’s drafting boards and the computer for her graphic design job, plus a play area for Angie for whe...n Mum was working in there. The other half was the space with her easels and stuff for her painting. Her painting is her hobby. She’s pretty good, but not like a professional. Every so often she gets to sell one of her paintings at a local show. It’s pretty exciting when that happens.The one she sold for the most money so far was a portrait of Dad,. She headed over and dug around through her own bag. She pulled out a very cute mini dress. It was a tube dress, and was fitted down until on the bottom it was very spiny and chopped up looking, you know the kind. It looked cute. Her shoes were the kind that laced up your calf. She would look cute."Adorable!" I said, being probably too gushy. "What about you Jack?"She went to her closet. She was wearing an adorable pair of pin striped pants that were pastel pink, green, and yellow. She was also. She almost acts as if she didn't want to be here. She remembered the feeling she got when Frances had pinched her nipple upstairs and forcibly kissed her. When she got to the end of the table where Frances was sitting. Sherry smiled at her. Frances just waved her away as if she was swatting a bug away. Disappointment appeared on Sherry's face. "She has nice long legs" "Yes she does, they must be at least 40 inches long" "She could use a breast implant. She won't be able to take. ”“Please do.”We got up to dance again, which while breaking one lot of sexual tension, created another sort, with Jo grinding her body into me and my hands were all over her, well as much as I could get away with. I did get my hands on her arse, and for once she didn’t stop me. It was firm but also soft if you know what I mean. She smiled at me as I squeezed her.Eventually, the slow tunes were played, and we danced as close as we could, with my head leaning against Jo’s and her hands tight.