As the wall continued up thestairs, so did the paintings. The next to the last painting was of mymother, who was wearing a green off-the-shoulder dres... with a hoopskirt. The next was of a girl I didn't know, but she looked remarkablylike my mother."Those are every first-born of every direct descendant. We're going tohave to have yours done while you are here." Grammy said.All the pictures were of women and each of them wore a dress verysimilar. "But they are all women." I said as I continued to. I guess it was her mom running the sale, because when I got to the alley garage in the ghetto part of town the woman who came through the door into the garage to meet me she was a young milf but not a teen. She must have gotten started early...I already saw some brightly colored things and some thin cottony fabric folded on the table in the dingy garage and started to get really horny immediately. My cock got nice and hard and poked at the inside of my shorts.This milf had a really hot body. I started to watch the people outside as I displayed myself for them. I must have looked hot. The man with the dog had gone. I hoped he enjoyed himself. The four women were still watching me but they were no longer giggling; and yes, the one woman did have her hand down her knickers and was furiously rubbing herself while leaning against the railings. I think it would be safe to say – she wanted me.The guys seemed to be loving the show I was putting on for them. I noticed that three of them. I had to admit; I was damned impressed. I went back to the main account. I hadn't saved as much as the boys over the last three years, but then they weren't paying country club dues for ten people or buying expensive vacations. Of course, I did have income off-setting those things.Which, I had to admit, was a nice number this month. The condo sales had been steady and the double-dip commissions had been fat. Two of the contracts that I had casually consulted on turned out to be multi-million.