"Jake looked from Taylor to Shannon. He had to admit to himself that at times he did look at his daughter-in-law with more than fatherly thoughts in h...s head. But he always tried to push them from his mind."Shannon. How do you feel about all this? I'm your father-in-law and I would never wish to do anything to ever have you look at me with anything but the love that you have shown me since meeting my Taylor."Shannon smiled. "Dad, you have been like a father to me. You have treated me better. Since she already had me in her hand for the inspection, she began slowly stroking my now fully swollen cock. Once I was hard enough to be 'functional', she stood up, turned around and bent over the dining table and reaching around to guide me into her wet pussy. The view I had of my newly shaved smooth cock slowly sliding between her lips was at first startling to me, but as the wet warmth of her tight pussy engulfed my cock I began to forget all about the shaving experience and focus instead. "Spoil sport. Did you see the size of his hands? Do you think it's true..." Rotten girl. I'm telling you, Maria would eat you alive, and spit out the bones."She sighed dramatically. "Alright. This bed's too small for four anyway, and Sandy would kill me if I brought in any boy-toys and she wasn't invited."She sat up and straddled me, leaning down and kissing my nose. "You know I'm teasing, right? I don't want any man but you. Ever. The only man I'd even think of inviting into our bed would be. Doesn’t he receive his degree soon?”“In December. But he may stay another year.”“And you, Sayuri?”“I am a visitor at the International Centre.”“And I’m showing her the Gallery.”“Have you been to ‘Our lands’ yet?”“No. That’s for after lunch, along with David Stephenson.”“You should actually go through it with Patrick. It’s really his area.”Our lands is presented as a counterpoint to Sentient lands, also on display in the Yiribana Gallery of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander art. Sentient.