" It was a pleasure," Mark replied and Frances noted that he obviously meant it."What do you normally eat in the evening," she asked."Um, fish fingers...." Yes?" Um, corned beef and salad." Ye-es?" I do myself a spag bol once a week." Good. Go on." Ham and salad." And?" Scrambled eggs on a Sunday." Having had what for lunch?" Oh, I don't know. A couple of sandwiches and a pint at a pub while riding."Frances turned on Anthony. "Darling, this is not good enough."General Anthony nodded.Frances turned. My fingertips open her to my view, and I inhaled her essential aroma, a sensual odour that I imprinted to my memory. She touched my head lightly, urging me on.I kissed her pussy, then sucked on each wrinkly lip, and they folded back as if waving me closer. My lips and tongue teased her button while several fingers became my cock. My tips explored the base of her cavern, up her wet walls across her ceiling and down. Her aroma, like Donna’s, was intoxicating, and my tongue became my talented cock. I mingled for a while then ran into our hostess, Amanda, a pretty lady in a low-cut top. We got to talking about computers somehow, and she said, 'God, Andy, you know so much more about this than I do. Could you take a look at my computer?''Sure ... when would be a good time?''How about now?' She gave me a big smile.I shrugged and smiled back as she took my arm and walked with me to the stairs. Upstairs at the far end was their bedroom, and her computer sat on a small table. I sat down with my. Then she became aware of something hard against her. It was pressed against the area just above her bum. She knew of only one thing that was at that position. My penis was erect. I pushed her head to one side and planted a long kiss on her neck. I kissed all around the back of her neck and planted another long kiss on the other side. She gasped, her mind fluttering. She was starting to pant, much against her will. My hands reached her nighty around her waist and pulled it out . I raised her.