Modern things look the same and you can see theyare mass-produced. You can see the small details and the love of thingsthat people put in things in th... past. I know that many would say thatantiques smell and look old. But I like them just as much as Dad, and wasallowed to go with him to auctions.There was nothing that Dad was interested in. He said the most of itlooked like it came from a junkyard. It was when he was speaking with oneof his old friends that I seen the photo. It was a photo of a. Just then, I felt a tap on my ass. "What the--" I turned around to see one of my supposedly close friends."Faggot!" he laughed, walking past Jordan. This angered him, and without second thought, he tackled my friend."Don't you EVER fuckin' call him that again, you fuckin' douche bag!" He punched him one good time in the face, spilling blood on the white floor. There was a crowd around us three, and I was embarrassed.Eventually, an administrator came along and dragged Jordan off of my other. I grab Jen’s big tits in both hands and put my face in her magnificent cleavage. I revel in the sensation of her warm breasts on my cheeks. For a while I lose myself in the softness of Jen’s breasts and the wetness of Cat’s pussy. When I look down, Cat’s arching display of her anus is too tempting for me. I grab at her buns and I let my thumb wander over her anus. She produces a bottle of oil, out of nowhere, and pours in on her own ass. I spread it over her ass, clumsily with my left. I went to hand him a large tip, but he politely refused. He shook my hand and backed his way to the driver's door. I thanked him again and he climbed in and drove off.I lugged the bags back to our room and brought them inside. Amy had pulled a chair up and was sitting at the table with her feet propped up in Steph's lap. They were nibbling at some food and laughing some more. I leaned over and kissed both of them on the forehead and then plopped down in my chair."So ladies, what is on the.