Traveling together down to Ashford from Cannon-street as commuters do daily, this was their one weekly indulgence, before going their own ways for the...weekend`s. It had been Ernest`s idea really, one night when in his cups as they say, boasting about “his Cassy who would collect him at the station have a wonderful meal for him when he got home, and would soon be warming his bed, as a veritable sex goddess yet again tonight!” Not to be out done Gerald told of his own wife`s prowess as a. ” “So how do you choose the women you go after? Is it the smell? Is it the smile? Is it something else?” “The eyes are what tell you whether you’re beating a path to an open door,” Julie said. “At least that’s what I used to think. Maybe I’m led by my nose. They say you can smell sexual desire even if you don’t realise it. But I admit I like a bit of a challenge. That girl at the club last week. Remember her?” “The one I saw you go off with at the end of the evening? The short mousy one with. You rejected me four months ago you stupid cow,’ Roxy thundered and cut the call. Offers for other work flowed in and Roxy decided to stay in New York and moved into a studio apartment. The PA of prominent theatre producer Michael J. Bower called Roxy and invited her to lunch with Mr Bower. A date was arranged and when Roxy, devoid of makeup but looking tidy dressed in tight jeans and an even tighter sweater entered the restaurant she thought, perhaps this was it. Two men stood to greet her,. ” She gave him a sly smile. “Jesus! I wasn’t expecting . . . I mean, I hoped, but . . . you’re actually here! God, you look good!” Dan stammered as he looked at her. Diane was pleased to see his cock go hard in a flash. “Should I go?” Diane scooted to the edge of her seat as if she was going to stand. “No! I mean, no, you don’t have to, but is this right? I don’t want to sound weird, but aren’t you, like, my Mom’s age?” Dan just stared. Diane stood and took a step closer to him. As she.