“I guess I do.”She laughed as she looked back to the girl. She was not bad looking at all. She was tall almost as Danni and her hair was black and...straight. She looked West Indian. The girl sorted through bottles of wine until one caught her attention and she playfully bit her lips as she reached out for it. She turned to Danni and showed her the year and Danni shrugged in approval. “You busy? Don’t think any of us are going anywhere fast.”She stated as she looked out to the streets. The rain. Sean, was busy with his construction work with the city and he wasn’t always there when his daughter Lily needed a firm hand. He didn’t micro-manage every aspect of Lily’s life.She wasn’t Sean’s little girl anymore! That fact was now perfectly clear after the disturbing conversation he had just had with the ‘head of school,’ that after the TP strewn trees of one of the school’s most effective, yet disliked teacher at the parochial school. Only one had taken it farther than a little fun. Lily. She was not unlike me, tall but a truer blond, shaved pussy, long-legged, and a shaped ass, which she used as a back-up for her pussy, I felt like a back-up for her. We were not bi-sexual but were very much at ease, walking around in the nude and discussing sexual encounters and swapping notes on previous lays. She had showered and dived in next, and no sooner was I in when the door knocked. She looked out through the peep-hole and remarked it was a girl. Covering her nude self, still wet from. The Potteries is wonderfully situated for the countryside, travel in any direction and you’re soon surrounded bt greenery. Of course, over the years many of those little pubs that, before the motor car, had existed just for a few locals, had become posh hostelries for us city folk. I’d decided on an overly large country pub, out near Mow Cop, as our destination for the evening. Before the change in drink driving attitudes, it had been a thriving pub with regular live music. Nowadays, it was one.