"See y'met Cap'n Fred," he said to me with a smile. "Why you holding that there gun on him, Ben? He ain't going nowhere till I shoes his horse, the on... he's ridin'. Should have all four done," he said to me."Fine," I said. "How much?" He with us?" the smithy asked Captain Frederick."Maybe," said the big man with a trace of a smile."Shit on maybe, mister," the smith said, suddenly angry and showing me the size of his fist. It was about as big as a dray horse's hoof and looked nearly as hard."I'm. I began to shoot my thick wad. I blasted load after load until my eight inches shrunk and slipped out of her. Together we went to the shower and took a cold rinse. It was now my turnto please her. We went back to the bench and I spread one of our towels out on the higher of the two benches. She laid down and I slithered down her body until my face was millimeters from her beautiful bald cavity. I cautiously tasted her sex and was pleased with my findings. She was sweet not salty, almost like. "Yes." "Have you told her?" "No" she replied emphatically.Until that day, I had never met a lesbian before. I had seen them in the streets of Aarhus, kissing in door ways, holding hands and touching each other at concerts. I had however never spoken with one and I had a vague idea that they were antagonistic towards men. A part of me took an instant dislike to the idea that Majken was a lesbian, but another part took solace in this explanation of my own rejection. I disregarded both of these. Now, Jack's Roman Catholic (don't take offense). He's not particularly devout but he uses the local church often during the year. The subject eventually came up about the Pope and Jack bragged, "who, you mean Jorge, me and Jorge use to do mass in Buenos Aires when I lived in Argentina, a few years ago." That caused an uproar as one can imagine. The whole pub put in to prove him wrong this time and me being on worker's compo at the time was given the job of accompanying him to the Papal City..