.I .... just....errrr! But hey, don't stop on my account! You look like you're really enjoying yourself!"Jane glanced over at me and winked. I looked ...at Sandra who simply shrugged. It seemed that she was happy with an audience of two!Jane took a seat on the floor at my feet. I was a little nervous about her close proximity; I had a huge hard-on currently struggling for release and I was sure she'd be able to see the bulge through my pants. I didn't know how she'd react. I need not have. Evening I use to watch some TV program, and rarely I use to have some peg. One day while I was having pegs at evening, she watching TV sitting next to me on floor. I offer her a peg, which she ignored. I ask her for snacks, she bought it from kitchen. Then I observed her body, she is like a symbol of vulgar. While she sat down, I ask to sit near me, she was shy to sit there but after convincing her she readily agreed that. She sat near me and we chat for a while. Which she seems very nervous. I. Apart from giving me some exquisite wanking material I became determined to find some company of my own age. The solution was in the lonely hearts section of the local newspaper which I scoured and after making a few dead-end runs which resulted in no more than a dinner and a handshake I found a very unusual advert which was asking for a man with good table manners to escort a lady to formal functions. The phone call seemed to go very well and we decided to meet at a local restaurant of my. Suddenly he moved in and kissed me on the lips pushing his tongue right through, he began exploring my mouth like he was on a mission. His other hand began to wonder and feel my body, I was getting too turned on. I moved my hand to the outline of his cock that was bulging through his jeans and began grab it. I let out a moan. He began to whisper in my ear “Sase I want to fuck you, please”. He carried on kissing me around my neck as I tried to hold back my moans. He fidgeted and moved his hand.