Let's go upstairs and I'll show you my oil painting." "I'm more than ready!" I said with enthusiasm, maybe even too enthusiastically . I followed h...r up the stairs watching Becky's tight ass sway as she led me to her bedroom. She was wearing short cut off jeans that heightened my desires with every step. Once in her bedroom she dug out a canvas hidden in her closet. "It's not quite finished," she explained. It looked quite finished to me but it was not like the David statue. She had. The taste was tangy and yet sweet at the same time. I thought this might have been over, but my libido had just been kicked back into overdrive. I took two steps back and looked at myself in the mirror again. I was a picture of unbridled lust at this point, so much so, that I barely recognized myself. I finished pulling off my tank top and started caressing each of my boobs, making slow circles with my palms and raising up to my fingertips with I got near each of my nipples. After all of. Over dinner we talked about the apartments where we lived. It was a great old building in Pioneer Square near downtown Seattle, the area hardest hit by the earthquake two years ago. From my apartment I could see the Pike Place market and the ferry terminal. Alan lived across from me and didn't have a view. But as I was leaving in the morning, over time, I had seen a couple of guys leaving, in various states of undress. I knew he was gay and I could care less. Alan was an EMT and worked for the. My cover was rather clever. I was there to collect the bootprints of the stars. Much like Grauman's famous hand prints, Apacheland had concrete squares with the bootprints of stars who had visited the ranch. The ranch was located north east of Apache Junction and was near Mesa, Arizona. Mesa and Phoenix are one big city in my book, yet the Superstition Mountains are all but howling wilderness. Apacheland was across the road from a state park and there was a mining operation."It makes more sense.