They were having Veal Scaloppini tonight. That sounded good, but it would still need to be warm.Right at six, five girls came in. They were typical wo...en and had to explore the penthouse; looking outside on the terrace patio and all around. They were impressed with the sliding wall that exposed the bar. I fixed each of them a drink and asked if they all liked Veal Scaloppini. I got yes' all around, so I called down and ordered seven veal dinners with the appropriate wine, veggies, and. By this time, his cock was hard as granite and drooling pre-cum inside his underpants. He knew instinctively that he could mount her right there, and wanted to do that in the worst way, but he was scared to go too far and scare her off."Harold! Ohhh, God, aaaaahhh!!" Her body tensed and her moan became almost a scream as she climaxed. "Ahhh, Oh God, oh, oh, AHHHH!!"He slowed down but continued to gently stroke her clit and pussy lips. First, her body began to relax as she came down off her. It really is. Such a FULL feeling. I guess I didn't see stars, at least not like Mom did when you took her ass yesterday. She was telling me ALL about that, by the way. But it was good. Maybe I'll like it better once I get more used to it." Maybe." But he wasn't so sure. That was another reason why he'd finished quickly, because it was obvious she wasn't having an incredible time, just a good time. He noted that she seemed a lot happier about the idea of anal sex than with the actual act. The time had flown by.“We ought to go I guess,” I said reluctantly, “I have to do some ironing before I can go to bed!”“And so do I,” said Helene.We made our way out of the wine bar and made our way home. When we got to the road where my flat was, Helene said, “Is that the road you live down?”“Yes that's the one, but I will walk you home first.”“You don't really have to but thank you, that would be nice.” It seemed that I struck at least some of the right chords with Helene. We didn't hold.