“Oh, we women have our ways…” she laughed back.I took the opportunity to slide my hand around to theinside of her bare thigh and beg...n to caress the softskin between her legs and was rewarded by Cindy pushingher ass against my bulge and rubbing back against me,teasing me.I responded by running my hand inside the front of herpanties. My fingers searched for her clit. I put a fingeron each side of it and slowly began to stroke her and Isoon felt her legs part to give me better. “Have you gentlemen had any sleep yet?” I asked.“No, sir. We’ve been too pumped with this party you have thrown. Hell, Sammy and I were just saying that we haven’t had this much sex in many, many years. Probably since we landed in Greece for a long weekend liberty. I’m not sure, but I think that none of the flight crew nor the plane guys even had clothes on the entire weekend until Sunday night when we all had to return to the ship,” Bobby explained.“Well, it’s nearly 6am, you should probably. " All right, dear," she said. "I know what the stakes are. It's just that I want you to know that Mr. Payne is a dirty old man, that's all." A dirty old man?" Jim chuckled. "A lecher, hunh?" Yes," she said. "You know what happened the last time he was here; at that little gathering—last New Year's. He made I don't know how many passes at me; his hands were all over me—geez. And, I don't know—the way he looks—he's downright fat, bald, greasy—yugg—he's a dirty old man." Well, I don't know about. And Harry was a prolific buyer. He usually agreed to buy works of art which were offered to him if they fitted into his collection. He never paid the asking price, but a sale is a sale and a reduced profit is still a profit. What caused a certain unease between the community of art dealers and Harry was the mystery surrounding 59 erotic drawings by Polichinelo.The work of Polichinelo, the well-known landscape painter, like that of so many great artists, was only fully appreciated after his.