"Well if you can caption it, beautiful jeans even when you feel like shit, it should work," I said with a giggle of my own."Well we should know someth...ng in a week or so. I sent them the two best of all the different looks so their art director would feel like she had a hand in it," Wilma said between bites of pizza. I ate the smallest piece and contented myself with the ice tea after that."Who knows what these people what to see," I said in agreement. In my heart I was absolutely sure that it. A "yes yes, no no" type of thing. That always made him laugh. These slutty women... they all want it. He liked to relive and replay incessantly in his mind her whimpering cries, her pleas. "Tom! stop it! What's the matter with you? Don't you respect me AT ALL? Please don't put your hands there! I'm a virgin, Tom!" This sweet and stimulating memory always put a smile on his face. With time, he was certain he could break lovely Brooke's defenses and introduce her to HIS way of "making love". Time. I found myself looking at the various posters and photos that lined the rear corridor of the shop showing very beautiful transvestites and transgender persons, either naked or in leather outfits, but in almost every case, displaying simply gorgeous cocks, hard and erect and very arousing. My attentiveness to the exhibits did not go unnoticed by Lieke or Yara who smiled quietly at each other.Suddenly, we were in front of the double entry doors to the work room and Lieke led me into the room. It. As usual a load of middle aged women with drink on them tend to tease and flirt with all the young guys and squeal excitedly when they get a dance with some young guy. I'm no different. Birthday girl however had always been a bit of a prude and often passed judgement on our reckless fun loving ways.So we were in this place dancing round our handbags and grabbing all the young single looking fellas to dance and flirt with when I met Terry. Oh he was gorgeous. Tall, dark, athletic, soft spoken,.