Even after all these years he still found her so sexy and her bum felt good through the black leggings. he squeezed the cheek as she removed his hand... and said lets get sorted first.10 minutes later they had unpacked, the kettle had boiled and they were both relaxing on the bed. he turned and said it would be far more comfortable if they both removed some clothes. she didnt say no she just got up and removed her long knitted top to reveal her mature breasts held in a lilac bra looking like 2. I took out the piece of paper and looked at it. its was her cell-phone number and her apartment number. she lived in the same building as i did. i didn't even know that, and she did? for the rest of the day i couldn't see strait or even think clearly everything had her face when she looked at me, plaster all over it. the walls, the ceiling, the TV, the phone. everything as her. i was becoming obsessed with this girl that i knew nothing about other then her phone number and apartment building.. I have no intention of marrying you, or anyone else, ever again. Now get off me, please. It’s time you went home.”Chancing a violent outburst, he kissed her instead. “I’m single. You have to divorce him sometime. I can wait.”She started, bug-eyed. “What? No! No way!” She shoved him off the edge of the couch, but kept him from falling. Dragging him back, she said, “Don’t fuck with me like that!”He made it clear he wasn’t fucking around.“You are insane! We’ve been together one night! We had. I turned and faced the man who was right behind me, 'I never saw or heard anything', but the girl who was wiping the remnants of his sperm from her still nude bum retorted, 'She was watching us through the hole', and as she pushed past him then me, she pushed the soiled tissue into my face, smearing my lips with sperm as she did so.The mood was more menacing now, highly charged and sexual, fueled by the Vodka, I could see the door was still bolted, then the man stated, 'She's the stuck up tart.