My nipples grew under his gaze; my pussy began to drool when his eyes dropped down there. He looked up at the boys."You young men have excellent taste...in young ladies. But I think that..."Not knowing my name, he looked at me for assistance."Amanda," I offered. He nodded and looked back to the boys."I think that Amanda would prefer some privacy for a while. Why don't you boys find something to keep yourselves busy?"When they had gone, he turned back to me. "Would you like to use the couch here. " I replied.But we did talk about it after I stroked it a few times. We talked about it because when he reached over to stroke mine, I rested my hand on his ass to support myself. Doug not only stroked my dick, like I did his. He continued to stroke it as if enamored by the feel of it. His hand felt good.As he stroked we both began to breath heavily. I squeezed his ass gently. He responded by stroking more purposefully. My hand then began to rub his ass. I rubbed it the same way I would a woman. At least you won't have to make something up again. Right, I'm going to have a shower and change." I'll follow you."It was time for a drink after that."What's for supper?" asked Lottë."Cottage pie ready meal and broccoli." Have you anything planned for tomorrow?" Fish pie and peas." Ready meal?" Yup!" Right! Wednesday and Thursday I'm cooking and I'll buy the ingredients." Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am."Lottë grinned."Pub supper on Friday and pub lunch on Sunday." On condition that Sunday's my. She invited members of her group to a lunch in her apartment, where table service was to be provided by an attentive, humble and attractive naked man, of similar age and social background to themselves. They ranged in age from the late forties, to the mid sixties, were all used to a reasonably affluent lifestyle, but were quite traumatised and angry at being abandoned for a younger women, worried about a new life on their own, and quite lacking in self-confidence. At that time, I was in my.