I grinned at Melody, “You wouldn’t perchance have any kiddie pottys somewhere would you?”Melody just smirked, “Are you shitting me? Don’t te...l me your kids are already potty trained!”Before I could reply CJ said loudly, “Bobo no-no Aunt Melody!”I swear I thought she was going to swallow her tongue. We were all chuckling. She just looked at CJ and said, “It looks like Aunt Melody is going to have to watch her tongue. Isn’t that right CJ?”She walked over, knelt down and gave CJ a cute little kiss. ”“Well, somebody should. With proper training, she’d be an asset.”Someone bent to an ear and said something.“That much?”A nod.A sigh.Case closed.No flintlock class this year. I spent a deal of time learning foundry work. It’s nearly impossible to find a small hearth. One small enough to fit in the shop but big enough to work. I had to make my own.A fifty five gallon drum made a long lasting backyard foundry. I used a 10 dollar drum for an outer wall, a plastic 7 gallon bucket as a form for the. Later, yes, but not now.Still as Margie, she answered, “Yes, I knew it was there, but I didn’t read it, and I certainly didn’t write it, so how could it be in my handwriting? This is all very confusing!”“Okay, okay, just relax. I’ll ask just one more question, then I’ll shut up and leave you alone. So, you know this Dagmar, or at least, you know who she is. What can you tell me about her?”Again, she looked kind of puzzled. “Well, not much. I know she comes around from time to time. I’ve never. My right hand is still gently massaging your perfect breast, my hand gliding over the material, stopping to play with the hard nub of your nipple. I kiss the short hairs on the back of your neck, making swirls on your skin with the tip of my tongue. I feel you quiver as my left hand pops the button of your jeans and travels further down to cup your sex through the silky material that separates them, the material feels damp but that does not surprise me, it’s the warmth from between your legs.