“I’m married,” she told him. “This was just a lunch engagement.” Jerome laughed. “I think Karl was hoping that you would be on the menu!�...� They all laughed. Claire looked at Jerome. She was warming to him. He had a gentlemanly charm about him as well as a good sense of humour. But she was in no doubt that he would have her out of her knickers in a flash given half a chance. It made her decide that it was time to leave and go home. “Well, I had better be heading back home,” she said to Karl. . I've been interested in older men all my sex life my first bloke i went with was a lot older than me i was only 15 and he was in his 60s. I had 3 older sisters i used to nick there cloth to dress up, then i found somewhere on the other side of town where i could go for walks dressed up as a girl. That's how i meet him i'd walk down a old footpath and he stopped me to ask the time and just kept talking... Before i knew it i was walking into his house, sat on his sofa being kissed and his hand. He could be the little housewifefor once. She was sick and tired of traipsing round tending to his every need,now the shoe was on the other foot. She returned to the lounge and handed it toTom who put it on. ?How sweet! Now who?s a good little maid? Mary, how about alight supper?? Mary nodded. ?Slave, supper for two, now!? Tom went off to the kitchen. He wasn?t a cook, beans ontoast was about as far as he went, but he found some cold cuts and salad in thefridge and managed to put something. I'm sure of that. But you'd never know it, with all the stuff I've been through! My name is Maximillian Marx. Yeah, I know. Tell me about it. Everyone calls me Max, thank heavens, but even then, the name 'Max Marx' still causes snickers. Anyway I grew up on a farm in Kansas way back in the day. No Internet. No sex education. No personal computers. No Playboys in our little farming community's general store. At least not where a kid could get at them. So we learned sex by the braille method, so.