A marble or granite surface. I am nude as best I can tell. The cool, dank air is tickling my skin all over. There is musky smell in the air. A ba...sement? no. there is something clean about the smell. It's somewhere old, I smell old polished wood, and stone...a church? perhaps.There is a soft droning sound. It's not unpleasant or pleasant. It just consumes the room. It's all I can hear. It's like...a pipe organ, playing notes that don't belong together. but it's not. Maybe it's. I pulled down my shorts and boxers and threw them on the ground, my dick already firm and erect, jerking as more blood flooded to it. The feeling of being naked out in the open, and the naughty fantasises I had about those two, young hotties made me increasingly horny. I started to stroke the shaft and rub the tip, and closed my eyes, imagining how those young, firm tits looked under their bikini tops. As I tugged my cock more firmly, I fantasized about how it would feel like to touch those. I quickly came to the realisation that I could make a living at this. Admittedly not a very good one, but the income was secondary as the investments suggested by the Lottery experts were already proving more than adequate.Jenny and Sean called in around lunchtime to see me and Sheila, who I found they also supplied. They examined my pots and talked about the different glazes before buying a couple of pieces, the first that I discounted.An hour or so later I spotted a shock of red hair at about. Let’s just make this simple Ok? I don’t want to fight about this anymore. Obviously we have a problem I didn’t know about. I’m sorry about whatever it is I did that drove you to this. I would have prevented it if I could. I loved you, you know.’ ‘Oh, God, John. Stop talking like this. We’re not getting divorced. Jeannie’s yours and you know it. I’ve never cheated on you. I wouldn’t. I love you, and I know you love me. So stop this nonsense.’ ‘How can you say you didn’t cheat on me? You had sex.