I could feel my pussy flooding. XXNX I suppose it must have been the wine, perhaps my lack of male contact for so long, or maybe just loneliness but I began to find myself wondering what it would be like kissing him. I don’t want to stop. My heart was racing, not once did I think that he was older than my Grandad. “I wonder” I thought to myself as I crossed the landing and knocked on Alberts door. Softly, gently at first, then deeper and harder. We moved from the small table to the single sofa and settled ourselves. Thankfully the apartment was now warm and I told him to go sit down while I served up supper. It was a small apartment with a tiny kitchen, a small sittingroom, shower room and a bedroom big enough for a double bed and a bedside cabinet.
