"We'll be off now; Hope is ready for you. We'll see you tomorrow." Thegiggled as they left and I waited to hear the front door close before Iventured...toward the bedroom. As I went in, my nose was immediately hitby the sweet smell of scented candles, though softly lit my eyes soonadjusted to the light. My cock was ready to burst from my clothing as Iviewed Hope. She was gagged and veiled, dressed in a one-piece blackchiffon body stocking, loosely fitted with open crotch, tight only at. 'Well maybe there's room for another potter, ' I conceded.'Or a lathe maybe?''Sorry no chance Lucy, ' I looked at her and the disappointment was tangible, 'I would love to work with you but wood and sawdust just wouldn't mix with glazed pieces.''Sorry, I didn't think of that. It's just all I have is a garden shed and it's a bit cramped.'We continued talking crafts when an idea began to formulate. One of the problems I'd heard a lot whilst at the couple of shows that I'd done was that it was the. I didn't bother to take his short off I just grabbed that meat. I was on fire. I needed it! My first cock was now in my hand. It was hard but soft. It felt kind of odd but also amazing. Different than mine. The thought of what I was doing hit me for a split second but then I just had to have it. I did exactly like Robby had done and ran my tongue up the base of his balls to the underside of his cock and then proceeded to take in a bit of that cock head in my mouth. The warmth of it. The musky. It was still light, though the sun was dipping toward the horizon, and Kirsten was wondering where her husband and Mark might be. After thinking about it for a while, she realized that they might be right up at Marks, maybe drinking beer and talking about dogs or flying, or something. Not that she was worried; Mike often had to stay out late -- but she was curious. Besides, that gave her a reason to call Jackie.Kirsten and Jackie had been friends in high school, but after high school, they'd.