I look into the fire and see a huge sheep skin rug in front of it, I smile to myself, you put your glass down and stroke my legs gently, I get up off...the sofa, teasing you, and move toward the table where the wine is and ask if you want a top up, quietly you sneek up behind me and put one arm round my waist and pull me towards you, your other hand slides over my shoulder and slips into my dressing gown onto my br**st, its warm and my n**ple hardens to your touch, you catch me by suprise, you. It was cold inside Mason’s, the air hitting me as soon as I walked through the heavy swing doors. I rubbed at my forearms, as I felt the first pricks of chill against my skin. I looked around the small, near-empty restaurant. It was just after half-past one. Was I too early? Or were they running late?A young woman in the far corner waving at me caught my attention. I smiled and walked over. Though they were only two or three years younger than me at most, I felt so much older sitting opposite. ”She ran her hands across her breasts, shivering, and said breathily, “I figured that out already. I thought I was going to be teaching you, but boy did I have that wrong! Who taught you?”“A friend.”“Who was she? I didn’t know you had been dating anyone.”I just shook my head. “I don’t kiss and tell or do anything and tell. I have had friends.”“Friends? Multiple friends?”“I’m a friendly guy.”She looked at me and then reached out to try and tickle me. “I bet I can force you to tell me.”I didn’t. After removing my coat, I got some hot pads, opened the oven, and removed the roasting pan. The smell was enough to drive one crazy this close to the pan. After I had removed the lid, Lesia handed me a large meat fork which I used to test the tenderness of the meat. It appeared to be just the slightest bit overdone for my taste, but would be sufficient for now."Put the large cutting board in the middle of the counter," I told the women before replacing the lid on the roasting pan and moving it.