"They certainly are, erm, lifelike. You don't see that much these days."The man stamped his foot. "Life ees Alesandro's art! Art should look like life... Alesandro speets on the abstract!" He said after which he spat on the ground for emphasis.Now it was Jess' turn to be amused. "I agree with you there."Alesandro continued, "Art not eemmitate life, art ees life and life must become art." Uh huh." Jess replied. The man was a little unhinged like many artists she had met. It was time to break off. However, my silent purr turned into an equally silent growl when he pulled down his trousers and boxer shorts to reveal a penis the size of a small baseball bat and just as smooth and rigid! Oh my, was I looking forward to having that invading me. Keeping with the sporting analogy, he used his equipment as if he was conducting an anaerobic work out; our lovemaking was seemingly a series of exercises and he was not going to cum until he had worked up a good sweat. That took just under an hour. He glanced out at thebooth one more time and saw that everything lookednormal and walked to the men’s room.“Jerome, I don’t see my husband anywhere.”“He’s out there somewhere. Maybe he moved around behindus or something.”Jerome leaned over and kissed Danielle on the lips butshe backed away.“Danielle relax, your husband’s probably watching us atthis very minute so relax and enjoy the moment.”Jerome repeated with another kiss only this. Why are you sitting all the way over there, come sit by me. Jenny doesn't talk much anyways," Jenny laughed and smacked Rachel on the shoulder. OK, was I being used as a prop for some inside joke between these two? Oh well, keep playing the part. I walked over to Rachel's side, and stood between the two. "There we go, so what brings you here, Jack?" Not much going on in the club, and you two looked like you'd be fun to talk to." Are we?" What?" Fun to talk to? The two of us?" Rachel smiled at.