We got into his car. I was kind of puzzled. I thought you were a poor student, how come you have a car? He said, you assumed I was poor, but I'm not. ...n fact, we arrived to his apartment. It was modest. and he had a couple of xxx magazines on the coffee table. Oh! I see you like matures and grannies. He had a quick look at the table. Oh, that! I LOVE them. Who doesn't, I said. He looked at me in a serious way. Do you know why I chose this building to live? Because there are only 10 apartments. Now the next door neighbour was a good 20yrs older than me I"d say in his early 60s, tall ,slim with silver hair and mouchtache he"d been widowed for about five years and I can remember growing up in my teens and he would always be lurking about and he would stare at me while undressing me with eyes I found this quite creepy and was relieved when left home at the age of 18.the wine which he"d brought with him was very nice and he kept topping my cup up saying it all had to be drunk as he. Once there, I indicated her to eat the fruit. She took the fruit with her lips from my mouth. The next thing she realized was that along with the fruit, she was also chewing my lips and tongue. Yes, we were kissing passionately. Now, we were lying side by side on her big queen sized bed. One of my hands was caressing her right boob and other was in her hair pulling her head towards me. My mother’s both hands were on my face pulling me towards her and she made sure that this kiss lasted very. I tried in vain to show her my gratitude by kissing her boot, but all I was able to do was to drool all over it."You disgusting little slut. Look what you did to my boot."She pulled me out of my cage by my hair and dug the top of her boot into my pantied crotch so she could dry them off. The pain that shot from my testicles was insignificant to her, their only purpose at the moment was to act as a soft cushion and drying rag for her drool covered boot. She ran her boot back and forth, using my.