We arrived at 730 pm on a Tuesday evening, Frank carrying a suitcase which contained my lingerie demonstration outfits.Dave's home was in a well off a...rea of town, a nice semi detached house, in a nice quiet estate.We were greeted at the door by a tall, distinguished man, about 35 yrs of age. Once inside we were shown into the living room and introduced to the other men.I had worn a smart business suit, black knee length skirt and white blouse with patent black high heels.All the men seemed to. This notwithstanding, the locals accepted us as much, I think, out of a natural generosity as from the pleasure they took from having Maria’s beautiful presence in their homes. We were invited to a Harvest Supper by Mrs Palmer, the vicar’s wife shortly after our arrival in Lyme. This was not something that greatly appealed for, I confess, Maria and I do not have great faith nor do we attend church every Sunday and we suspected that we might receive a private sermon from the good Dr. Palmer.. And the service was slow, so we had lots of time to talk. I walked her to her car, got a kiss, promised to call "soon." She was what Mum would call "a nice girl."Jenny wasn't.I called her around 11 on Saturday morning. She invited me for "brekker." I didn't tell her that I'd been up for hours, had gone for a five klick jog, showered and read parts of Wilson and Holldobler. It wasn't far to the address she gave me – a hi-rise near Meeks and Anzac. I rang the bell and a female voice said to "come. I gasp as my tip touches the back of your mouth. You move your head up and down, sending me into a world of pleasure as I moan your name.After a few more minutes of this ecstasy, you sit up once again. You crawl forward above me until your face is looking down at mine. I tangle my fingers in your hair as you come down to kiss me. You reach your hand down, and I can feel you grip my dick. You stroke me up and down a few times before guiding it towards you. You rub the head against your pussy,.