I certainly didn’t plan to bid on anything. I just didn’t want to sound like a chimpanzee. If someone asked me about Joan Miró, I would at least ...now he was male.What my research hadn’t prepared me for was the nature of this particular art auction. The audience, most of them sipping staff-poured champagne from bottles bearing The Globe’s own label, was about 70% women.One of whom clinked flutes with me and whispered, “It’s really Salon Mesnil Blanc de Blancs Brut.”I whispered back, “Really?” As. She reached between them to unzip his pants, reaching to grasp the base of his cock in her hands and giving it a squeeze, eliciting a moan from David. She let go long enough for David to pull the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her naked to the waist. This time when Rachel reached for his pants, she unbuttoned them and slid them off his toned ass (no underwear - sweet!) before grabbing his cock again, rubbing her thumb over the head, making it slippery with. She giggled."It's only your first outfit sweetie!" She laughed again and he blushed,looking at the carpet and slowly turned to show her."What do you think?" "I think you've got lots more to show me," she winked, "and you need toflaunt it a little more."He smiled and went back to the bedroom - he was so excited.She loved to see him like this. It made her want him even more. Her littlegirl. That was how she thought of him most of the time. Her Amy. She lookedup to see him there in a dusty pink. Finding a space at the very busy bar i place the tray on it and get ready for a long wait to get served.Thats when i notice someone standing next to me and to my delight its you.summoning up some courage fuelled with a few beers i think what the hell iv'e nothing to loose i move even closer and because the bar is so noisey whisper in your ear whats your name and telling you mine,then you do the sameto me putting your mouth to my ear to tell me.The tingle from your lips brushing sensously.