Lydia had been producing pottery for several weeks, sticking to decorative plates, bowls and vases initially and the first large plate she was really ...leased with was gifted to Claire who hung it at the end of the hallway in view of people entering the lodge through the front door. A big array of pottery was now on display for sale and Vera Shanks and her visiting cousin had volunteered to look after pottery sales in the studio as Lydia would be involved in the launching. Everything was ready. "Yeah, let's see that thing, baby. I really like to look at big, hard cocks."He turned in his seat to show his large hand stroking a cock that had to be about thirteen inches long. It was ebony, blue black it's entire length. The circumcised head was as big as a plum, and contrastingly, was a vivid, violent pink color. She gasped when she saw it. "That's quite a tool, big man. I'll bet you're good with it." Yeah, well, I bet you know how to use that nice little pussy, too. Course I don't know. Maggie laughed, as he tried again. ‘Don’t even bother Scooter, she won’t go. She has a lap to sit on and a nice cushion for her head. I was teasing Keni that maybe she should take her home with her for a few days, let her be mommy to the broody little rug rat.’ She reached over and tickled her daughter’s belly. ‘How about it baby girl, you want to go home with Keni and Harley for a while? Let them see what they got to look forward to once they get hitched?’ Harley walked over and squatted down. How could my daughter be a lesbian?She then asked me a personal question; if her father went down on me? I knew what she meant and I was not that drunk that the question did not affect me. I did answer though, it was the intimacy of being together and the no-holds-bared umbrella of the moment. My husband had only ever gave me oral sex infrequently, though not for some years. Sheryl asked the next obvious question and I answered honestly, that I had enjoyed a tongue between my legs.For some.