Come in the kitchen. The cobbler is ready to come out of the oven. Would you like a fresh pot of coffee to go with it?”“You know I love your cobbl...r. I always have. I’ll skip the coffee and take a scoop of ice cream on the side,” he teased.“No, you won’t, either!” she teased back. “Doc Jameson said your ice cream days are long behind you. You’ll find a glass of sweet cider on the table with your cobbler. It’s fresh. Graydon brought two gallons of cider with him yesterday while you were out.. The pub, one of three in Penkhull, is one of the oldest buildings in the area, with a history stretching back to the sixteenth century, and incorporates the former Courthouse of the Manor of Newcastle-under-Lyme. It also has a soft spot in my heart as it was the first pub that I ever went in as it was my father's local. A fleeting sadness came as I recalled all the good times I'd had there with my dad. I still missed him along with my mum and brother.I was half way through my first pint, still. What’s up?” I said surprisingly calm.“Well we are slow tonight and I’m going to head home early. Do you want me to pick up anything for dinner?” she asked. As I swiveled my chair around I said “Oh I don’t kn…” I stopped making any sound. When I turned the chair around I saw Renee kneeling on the floor about two feet from the chair. Her eyes fixated on my erect dick that was out on display. I was so preoccupied that I didn’t hear her enter the room.“Hunny are you there? What’s wrong?” Stacey. She’d just changed in the spare bedroom and the outfit she’d chosen was designed to impress and it certainly seemed to be working on the man sitting watching her. She was wearing a short, red satin robe, open at the front, exposing the matching red bra and pantie set she had on under it. The outfit was completed by a matching suspender belt and black, lace topped stockings. Her watcher was already stripped down to his boxers and Hazel couldn’t miss the swell of the huge cock they were hiding..