It wasn’t that he didn’t like art, he did. It fascinated him how a good artist could transmit any of a whole range of emotions with ink or clay or...paint. It wasn’t that he didn’t like galleries, either. He and Paige had met in an art gallery – The Met, in fact. No… the fact was, he was dreading this opening, at this gallery, this night. There was something about the artist that Jack just didn’t like. Something about the way his voice could be lilting one moment, then rough as a lumberjack the. I acted as I am not understanding anything and I said,”ma’m I am very much confused.” She again explained me and I responded the same. I further asked how these liquids come out and she said that it comes out due to excitement. I again said that I can’t understand and said,”ma’m I even can’t imagine the shape of the vagina as I haven’t seen it.” I said I get excitement but don’t know about vagina and also how a woman gets excited.” She said,” A woman can get excited by kissing her lips, her. It was only seconds before Ernie was back inside of her and he too got off within a few minutes. After Ernie pulled out she laid there for just a moment and then headed to the bathroom to clean up. She told me, "I had no idea two men were capable of that much cum." I asked what happened next and she looked at me like, "really?" She said, there was a lot more sex with them both that evening. From that point on she said she had a lot of sex with both of them. Sometimes with Ernie only, but. ( after I divorced my wife I started playing around and would cross dress and fanticize about being a cumslut . And dammit when I get dressed like a woman I got to say it felt so good I looked so hot that I would fuck my self) So back to the story , at this point I said fuck it and I open a picture file on the computer and showed it to Jim "damn who is that he said , she is sexy. I looked at him and said that's me , and his jaw dropped and he gave I big smile . I said dude I'll be right back.