The soft music on the radio lulling each of them into a comfortable silence.Cheri is watching her sister as she eats, sort of listening to the music, ...ut also distracted by those long luscious legs that creep up all the way under that skirt to the mysteries within. Those toned glistening arms. That awesomely pretty face. Those lips. Wow, what a package, she thought. Then she is aware that Sherry is complaining about the lack of available men in Sacramento, where she is currently working as an. I still didn't dare to go any further in case I made a noise, but fromthe sound of the action, she might have been going down on him. He keptgroaning in pleasure."That's right, baby," he told her, "Suck it harder."Well that answered that question.Sex.It had been too long for me, and I wanted to see the action.I moved closer to the sound of the voices. Looking into the parlor, Ifinally saw them. Or at least I saw their reflection in the full-lengthmirror that was in its stand against the far. I made her stand with her hands high above her head while I examined her body, and why not? There was little else for me to do that morning and isn't it natural for a man to want to meditate on the natural female form?So I studied her. She was wearing my jacket, but even so, I could see her pussy peeking out at the bottom and the inner faces of her breasts at the front for the jacket didn't close where it ought. I made her turn so that I could admire her ass, and then I asked her to turn again. I was pleased that all of Terry's range that I had on display sold along with a few of my other pots. Lucy managed to sell over half of her entire stock, so she was overjoyed.Terry was there along with her London friend, the latter was not too impressed, complaining that it was just another arty shop not a true gallery like the one in which she worked. I ignored her comments but was happy to see Terry defend us. Terry had produced a wonderful label with the logo 'Oatcake Ware — designed by.