"Yeah, my sister is the same way. She wouldn't know which part of the engine the oil went in and which part the antifreeze went in." He peered into th... engine, taking the towel she had started to use and opening the radiator cap. The engine seemed to hitch and then gurgle. To Michelle, it seemed like her car was saying good bye."Well?" she asked nervously, peering over his shoulder.He looked at her, shook his head sadly and backed away from the car. He put his hand on her shoulder, a man about. He thought that 'creations' was an apt word.There was a drinks party afterwards. Deirdre latched onto his arm and steered him from group to group. He was not impressed. It seemed to him that everyone was putting on an act, including Deirdre. No longer was she the amusing woman he thought he had come to know. He watched her eyes darting round the room and then hauling him off to meet someone else who might be useful to her. She introduced him to all of them in what he felt was a rather. Wider- wider spread them wider, place your fingers in that crack, get the smell of man musk on them. Smell those fingers - the cock god responds to that manly scent. Push down and relax yr anus, it should feel that it is part of the ceremony of worship. Stroke those lips, moisten yr fingers and let them brush the hole. If HE desires it let your fingers enter there, feel them stroking your cock from within, touching the prostrate of desire, feel those velvet ass walls start leaking their own. "My name's Nigel. How long are you staying in London?" Three more days." My heart sank at the prospect of three days and a long flight with Charlie. What an anticlimax after this."I think that's long enough to paint you. Suppose we go for lunch now? Then I'll take you to my studio. I noticed you when you were looking round earlier. Your friend won't mind, will he? I'll pay you, of course, and you can share it with him if that's what you want. I don't know how close you are. It was difficult to.