One got the feeling of being in a collector's home rather than in a commercial gallery.There was a special room devoted to lithographs and etchings --...Miro, Chagall, Dali, Klee -- a fabulous collection of less costly works, beginning at a mere several hundred dollars! It was in this room that Garcia lingered, mentally calculating how much such lithographs would bring when they became containers for cocaine and heroin! The old way -- drilling minute holes in frames, filling them with the dope. I think it would be better if you called me Kieran."I turned to him in mock anger. "You look where we are, Mr. Kieran. You've got your hands on my tits, that... that thing of yours is poking me and we're getting ready to fuck. Maybe you shouldn't call me a child." As I said it, I stood on my tiptoes to reach his luscious, kissable lips. He smiled as her realized that I was joking, and his soft lips touched mine, barely. It was our first kiss ever.He whispered again. "Help me with the couch." We. After playing with our wet tummies, we got up and headed for the washroom. Once in the bath, we pissed on each other and then turned on the shower. Before he left, he scribbled a first name and a phone number. I phoned once a week for a month, but nobody ever answered. It was probably better that way. DAD’S NEIGHBOURWhen I was 18 and ready to go to university, our neighbours sold their farm to a man in his 50s who had retired from business and always wanted to farm. My parents were divorced,. They men applauded and wolf whistled and called for Rachel to follow suit. Before she could reply, Louise had stepped behind her, flicked the flared short skirt she was wearing up to reveal her seamed black stocking tops and completely see through sheer black panties and vet obviously totally shaved pussy! She pulled Louise’s hands away quickly and dived towards the toilets to the sound of raucous clapping and whistling from the restaurant.After the meal they were asked to leave the restaurant.